...I was a walking comedy of errors when I saw three different wall hangers within the first 30 minutes on opening morning.
Besides slicing my finger and bleeding all over myself while trying to install a broken bipod on my rifle, I couldn't figure out why everything looked so crisp through my binos and to my naked eyes, but so blurry through my scope. It wasn't until mid day Sunday that I figured out that I had unknowingly lost my contact lense in my right eye; I was thinking that there must have been something wrong with the scope. Unfortunately, those big 'ol bucks rarely, if ever, give you a second chance. Today was the last day I could hunt, so I ended up shooting a small forkie (love the meat) at 250 yards late this afternoon; nothing at all was wrong with the scope.
Saw a total of 16 bucks over the three days, but none that rivaled the first three. Get me some of that lipstick, crazey.
Looking forward to next year.