So all in all I have had a a great season. I killed 8 and my dad and a couple of other guys I hunt withon a regular basis all had good success. Ihad planned on just coasting through to the end of the season.So I decided to slip over to the club yesterdayto hunt with some of the fellas,
not expecting very much activity. All was going well until around 0930 whena monster crossed the path I was covering at about 35-40 yards. Well I missed him, and now I get to sit and think about that for the next 9 months. Replay it over and over and over again. Think about all of thethings I should have done different. So I will sit and marinate on those thoughts and the image of that buck and that rack slipping away. Kind of a bitter sweet end to the season butthat's why it is called hunting not killing. Whatever the case it has certainly fueled my fire for next season.