well there's a reason why several of my friends call me "Fudd" during hunting season, I'll share one from this season.

november 10 was extremely cold here in eastern nc, and i woke up late (i had taken the day off) and threw on my camo and grabbed my gun and went outside and made my way to my stand. i'd been sitting there for about 3 hours and decided it was freezing and i needed something warm in my belly. i climbed out of my stand and was making my way back to the house when i almost stepped on a nice 6 pt (2 yards) he looked at me, and i looked at him with the same look (the "oh ****!" look). hestood up and blew and started running. i was busy fumbling with my mitten/fingerless glove trying to flip the mitten part back and hit thesafety at the same time. i ran after him, caught up to him then he took the lead again and cut across in front of me at 10 yards, while i was still cursing my mitten trying to pull the trigger. well i didn't get to pull the trigger, and he made off (i'm sure he was laughing) safely for another day. i continued to cuss the mittens and have vowed never to wear those gimmicky pieces of crap again.i'm sure i looked like a dang fool runningdown a deer flailing my arm up and down cursing, but in retrospect,pretty good time.