Hey guys. i totally forgot to write about how i think the curse started. It was my very first day bowhunting with dad. You know, me and him in the same stand and i had no idea what i was doing out there. We had a very wide, very nice respectable five pointer come in and he never presented a shot. i know it mustve been me that he had busted cause of course in my mind at the time, my dad was the greatest hunter alive. Not saying that my opinion haas changed but i am the only one to kill deer in our family this year. two to be exact. but thats besides the point. So to make a long story short, the deer busted us and did the whole snorting blow thing and quickly vacated the area. All these years i thought i was cursed b/c of that hunt.
Figured i'd give a little back story to my "curse"