Amen, Wayne. I didn't see anything this weekend, but I was right where I wanted to be. It was great to get out and sweat a little chasin critters, sit around camp swapping stories, and breathing crisp mountain air. Unfortunately, the 2 bulls I heard this weekend weren't interested in any of the racket I was making. I'll go back after them Saturday for one last dance. You may not always bring home the kill, but you always bring home something. To me, that's what makes a hunt successful.

Hunt hard, live right, and tell your kids you love 'em!