DANG, hunted my tail off, seen five doe, no bucks, 26-41 degrees with variable winds that gusted to near 20 that never settled under 9mph, brrrrrrrrrrrr.
Had a damn blast chasing them though, brought my wind burnt worn out ass home last night for some proper comfort maintenance from the little Wifey, a big damn bowl of Bison stew and corbread with hot coffee did the trick.
I'll find a buck for that last remaining Ar. tag next time.
