Most every deer hunter looks forward to the last 30 minutes of the day but not me, at least not last night. As I watched daylight dim and the sun disappear my 2024 season came to an end. It’s always a tough moment for me as a part of my heart and soul belongs in the rugged mountains of western Maine, the picked bean fields of southern Iowa, the bush in northern Saskatchewan, the endless corn fields in centeral Kansas, and the timber edge along Maryland’s eastern shore. But every year there comes a time when I start to get tired of being cold and tired. After 8 days in Iowa, 86 hours in the blind, fierce winds, and frigid temperature I long for home and my family. Special thank you to my wife for holding down the fort while I’ve been away this fall, for tolerating my obsession, and for allowing me to live in a tree for the last 3 months. The pursuit continues..... 🦌