Yeah, sometimes it's an awful lot of work just to come up empty. Those seasons, I find myself focusing on the prospect that I could be back behind my desk at the office, and ultimately celebrating that for a few glorious days I am able to enjoy mountain air, the smell of spruce, fir, and pine, and forget about the rest of the world and its rat race for awhile.

There's no such thing in my book as an "unsuccessful" hunt.