GOSH..I thought I was the only one who went through 'Hunter's Depression" and I 'm serious..
I get up at 4:00 AM..drive one hour.to a pressured WMA hoping to God that no other hunter has stumbled on my secret spot..I walk through the scary swamp about 3/4 of a mile..go up a cypress tree and click on the ole Therma Cell..BELIEVING that this may be the big day..Finally after much waiting and seeing nothing ..I try to tell myself it's OK..you did your best..but I'm not smiling..fact..when I drive past Subway on the way home , I plan to buy a large sandwich , chips and jumbo coke { FORGET THE DIET!!} I'm depressed..
Then when I go home I hear from the wife."I don't know why you like hunting ..you always come home depressed." .."And how's the diet coming?"
I guess it the chase..you never know when I'll be bringing home the back strap.{ -; I did last year..
Last edited by Chuck7; 08-12-2010 at 03:02 PM.