Tonight I went in alone into the mountains with my bow in the National forest, shot a deer from the ground, tracked it, gutted it, and put the whole thing in my new MR pop up and hauled it out the 2 miles to the truck. I have killed a number of deer and some good ones, but going in cold scouting my way in and coming out with a doe in tough county with few deer meant more to me than most of the bucks I have killed. Maybe you guys don’t care, but to me it felt like I really accomplished something