Kick me when I am down.
I had a rough rut as far as deer sighting were concerned. Our season went out this past Saturday. I was just enjoying my first real night of just coming home after work and doing normal things for a week or two until I have to supervise the Slaughtering Snipers of gun season at my cabin, making sure they don't shoot all of the potential for next year. As I was letting my shorthaired pointer out, I thought "wouldn't it be just fitting if a herd of deer ran by about now?" I live just outside of town, butfar enoughto plan on seeing deer regularly. Well, you guessed it, three doe trot by and now instead of finishing the flooring, I have to sit here looking out the window for the buck that might be following. She's gonna love me when she gets home.