All season long. Every day looked promising. He was so elusive. But, you were sure the buck would finally walk into your sights.
Yet, it didn’t happen.
Bone-chilling frosty mornings. Deodorant destroying heat of late summer scouts. Coffee craving early morning hides and shin thumping stumbles entangle evening departures.
All have added to this cat ’n mouse game the two of you have continued playing for 4 years. By now, it has become more camaraderie than adversarial.
Yes. You could just feel him writhe with glee – if that is possible for a deer – when he dropped another can of ‘deer season whoop-ass’ on you again.
Ah, the drama of your vow at the end of last season still echos in your memory synapse. You really got a bit of a chuckle.
<em>“Dang! That deer is schooling me hard. Givin’ me a complex – you are, Big Boy. A regular complex! Next year. That’s MY year. You wait and see who’s laughing then. Yeah!”</em>
Alas this season ended on the same note as the previous 3. Despite your confidence filled pronouncement, you still had your butt kicked. Again.