Sometimes the hunter can be perfect and the guide just sucks. Such was the case last night. Len and I went hunting at the invite of Mark. Put Len and his son on a clover field. Threw me out of a truck moving 50 mph. He called it the "RAT PATROL" ride. I was sitting in the back ricochetting off the cab, bed, side walls, tail gate etc. When we arrived at my drop off point it was easy to find all my stuff.... it was all twisted up in one big ball. Pull on one piece and the rest all rolled out with it. I walked a trail looking for sign but didn't find what I wanted. Walked up along a field and fought my way through one of those bugger places that Mark said is so thick snakes go around it. Found a couple trails intersecting and paralleling the field. Got settled in, right at dark a deer comes down out of this snarl.. too far to shoot. Slipped out to the edge of the field when it got dark in the thicket to do some scouting. Got there just in time to see 3 pop out about 75-80 yards away. Got dark and walked out.

The problem was... we had the cameras warmed up for a mass photo shoot. We almost filled out a few tags before we went hunting we were so confident. A few deer were seen but none were shot. It's the guide I tell ya'.... we know it can't be the great white hunter. Had fun, great place, long ride... got home at 10:45... will be back.