Today was the first day I haven't watched the sun disappear from my standaftereight straight days; it hit me after I was driving home on the interstate from St. Louis after a business meeting this evening...

I'd become so accustomed to searching, looking, and staring in low-light conditions --straining to see every last leaf, twig and stick before losing that final bit of shooting light. I was doing the same thing as I was driving when it finally hit me and I reached over and turned the lights on!

LOL.....you may need rehab to cure this addiction.

And when you close your eyes, you can still see the trees...

So do you think your local law enforcement would take that explaination without a breathalyzer or field sobriety test ....... LOL

How did you and Matt do Greg? I assume nothing huge, but did you guysat least have some cool encounters?

I read an article that talked about how Greg Miller hunted and drove and hunted and drove and hunted all day/every day duringthe rut until one day he was sitting in a tree and he realized he had no idea where he was.....not even the STATE he was in.

That's putting your time in, too.

I admire your dedication, Greg. Good luck.

Jeff

It's tough sometimes, The hardest part for me was my invisible release I had one when I didn't have one on. Kinda like losing a finger (I have experience) you still feel it when it's not there.

For a week after I took my release off, after tagging out I'd be sitting in the treestand, vehicle or where ever and feel it, actually reach for it and then just smile when it wasn't there. After hunting all but two days of a 6 week season (not counting Sundays), you miss things, ya know.

You sit down at the dinner table..like last night..and your 2 year old boy says "Daddy, do you smell like doe pee today?"

At least he didn't say "who are you?".

Jeff

Last night during dinner time prayers, my daughter prayed that I would kill a big big deer so I would be home more.

It might be time to re-adjust priorities