Posted this "update" on another forum and figured I would share it here as well...............
I just wanted to post a little story of my deer hunting endeavors for this past 9 day gun season. No harvests or shots fired from myself or my young apprentice. I told him getting a buck on the first morning he ever stepped into the deer woods would spoil him, now he is seeing what I meant after 2 years with no harvest.....lol! I only saw one deer in the woods and it was just a flash of brown then white and gone, no doe tag for that area(even if I had one, I most likely would not have used it anyway), so a positive ID was needed before pulling up and just flinging lead downrange. I'm sure everyone has seen the Big Bad paw print I posted earlier, which tells the story of how most of my season went.
All that aside, I had a great time in the woods on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I decided to head to a place where I had a legal antlerless tag and that actually had a decent enough population that I wouldn't have felt bad about harvesting a doe, and no wolves(yet). It was an area I hadn't hunted in over 33 years after I did the math...
A little county park(to which the State has since purchased a huge abutting acreage, almost doubling the size from what I remember) in the bluffs south of Mauston, which guys from the area know as Bass Hollow. I didn't see a deer that day, but the view of the creek bottom 70' below the rock outcropping I was sitting on was spectacular. If a deer was in the area, it was sure to walk through there. Great sunrise, really cool setting, and the potential to actually see a harvestable deer made for a great sit. Walking by the old, abandoned, moss covered, homestead foundation was a reminder that someone else saw the beauty of this place long before I ever stepped foot there. I wasn't even the least bit upset when 6 guys came marching down into the valley to set up a drive, at least they went the opposite direction. Didn't even bum me out when a guy came right down to my spot with 2 youngsters and asked if I minded if they followed the trail into the bottom. I just smiled and said, "No, nothing was moving anyway and maybe they would kick up something past me if they went down into the bottoms." I wished them luck and he told me he had been sitting near where I was the day before and had seen 3 walking on the far side of the valley but could not make them out or get a shot through the trees. The sound of the water in the creek below was therapeutic, as I sat there not giving a crap about whether I saw a deer or not. That my good friends is what will keep me going back to the woods each fall, deer or no deer to put on the table.
Kind of wishy-washy ramblings coming from me, but I'll be damned if I let the shortcomings of our DNR darken my days in the outdoors, which have become all to few for me in recent years.