Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Today I headed to an area that I’ve always liked but never had any luck while hunting there. Something in my gut told me to go there, and I’m not sure why. As I still-hunted through some ferns, I had a feeling I might walk up on something.

Throughout the evening, I felt like a good buck could appear out of nowhere at any second, but it never happened. I felt like I was on the edge of something good happening, but it never happened. It’s tough to get it done with an hour to hunt after work, but you can’t win it if you’re not in it. You just have to play the game, even if it’s only for a few hours here and there.

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