A month into deer season and I've got nothing to show for it.
It's been an unusual year so far. By this time, there's usually at least one deer in the freezer, jalapeño deer sausage for Thanksgiving's wonderful week of football games, deer chili for the season's first cold front.
But that's not the case this year. I've seen nothing but four-points.
The bad luck started in blackpowder season. (Bowhunting is just another vice I can't get sucked into.) Opening weekend beckoned ...