Well last night I got blanked on seeing deer until I lowered my bow.

I am a firm believer in when legal shooting time is over, and there are no deer around you, get out of your stand. So last night legal shooting time eneded, I took a look around and started to pack up. I lowered my bow, and herd a deer coming up behind me. As my bow hung next to the tree I can hear the deer getting closer. Now I can see the little twirp, I am pretty sure he is the button I have been seeing. He takes a sniff of my bow, and then he LICKS it. The little twirp has some nerve to lick another man's bow[:@]

I should have pulled my bow up and stuck an arrow in the little twirp[8D]

I told my Dad he just wanted to know what death tasted like