Thought I'd throw my $0.02 in here. We had a great time. Couldn't ask for a better group to hunt with than the guys who showed up. Hell I'd hunt with those guys on an iceberg just for the company and the fun we had goofing around when we weren't on stand.
Didn't kill anything, but that turned out to be pretty much beside the point. Ray got his doe, Larry got a coyote and doe - two really nice shots. Those 250gr heads he's shooting do a pretty thorough job.
Leaving aside some of the great lines from the mutual harassment society we had going on, the funniest thing that happened was one night I was sitting in a little ground blind I'd built. Four does came in about 20 yards out. Being optimistic I decided to wait for a buck that never showed up, but as the does were feeding some bird, who sounded like Satan's parrot let out a bloodcurdling screech. The does ears and tails went up. It screeched again and they ran out about 30 yards, stood there for a while and apparently concluded that whatever it was was all talk, so they came back down.
The screech was immediately heard again, but the does paid no attention. That really annoyed whatever it was for about 20 seconds we had "SCREECH" every two or three seconds while the does just kept eating. I guess whatever it was gave up on scaring the does again, but damn it was funny listening to whatever was really making the noise get more and more frustrated while the does ignored him.
Now if you want to hear something really funny, get Matt to describe his ride in the red Rav4 to you sometime.