Well, today was the last day of late muzzleloader. Dad and I got an early start again today. On our way up the road, Dad scared me a few times when he almost went off the road. I was holding on for dear life. The fog was so brutal, that you couldn’t tell if you were on the road at all. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it that foggy.
The morning was mixed with a bunch of crappy weather. The fog blew in and out until around 10, and the rain came in spurts, sometimes a good healthy downpour found its way out of the sky.
We sat until about 1:30. Dad saw five deer, and I didn’t see anything. I decided to do a few pushes to Dad before we called it a season. On the first push, I put a doe and fawn past him. They kept looking behind them, but nothing followed. On the second push, nothing came off the hill.
We packed it in and called it a year. My body is weary and now needs rest. It will get it in the coming days as I reflect on my 2020 deer hunting season — and life. I will give the yearly recap in the coming weeks. I hope you all enjoyed the journal this year. Although I debated doing it again this year, I’m glad I chose to do it. I received a lot of positive feedback and enjoyed interacting with each and every one of you who contacted me.
Todd,
Glad you did the hunting journal! I look forward to reading it each year! Merry Christmas to you and your family!