Three days ago walked into the dark corridor of death. Area named for my wife's blind in the brush. Wasn't using a flashlight as not to spook everything out of there. Silently walking i came to the place where i needed to turn right. Suddenly i hear this growl, than another,what little hair i have left on my head was at attention. I fumbled in my pocket for my mini mag light and got it on. In front of me was a Bobcat holding a small deers leg in his mouth. Crap! The stupid in me made me call his bluff and lunge at him. Don't know who crapped first? But he ran off.. That Morning was a dry run and so was the night. A Buddie knew what little hunting land i have left,(thanks to lease hunting) and the lack of me seeing deer invited me to help him hunt his acquired property. Went out there two days ago and found a spot that made my mouth water, and put my portable stand up. This morning i seen eight does, and tonight i seen one huge doe. All the corn is being picked on the other side of the farm so tomorrow the bucks should be in the brush with me.