It's a slower pace for me in my old age, I enjoy it now. There are nights I just sit out there and watch deer, hunting really isn't important. Grew up chasing bear hounds in the swamps here. Did very little deer hunting as a teenager. Deer hunted southern Mississippi for a couple years while stationed at Keesler. Came back here and fell back into Bear Hunting for a year or two. Then I moved to North Dakota where you walked miles and miles of prairie, in knee deep snow at times, looking for something to shoot, usually a LONG way off. Hunted muley in the Badlands 2 - 3 times for a change of scenery, had a blast out there.Rocky1 - I think it's great!
Thanks for the additional info.
When I moved back to Florida, I had no luck here at the house, lot of nice bucks on camera all summer, but couldn't get close to anything. Then I had one move in that drug me down the rabbit hole kicking and screaming. I hunted him relentlessly, to no avail. Skeeters were eating me up one night, and I climbed out of my ladder stand early, and went to the house, and he was on camera, literally before I walked 50 yards toward the house. As in, 3 minutes from the time I stood up and started down the ladder, I had a picture of him on that camera.
The next year I planted the feed plot in the trees, and started on the stand. Didn't get the stand finished until season was over, hunted out of a ground blind that year. Knew better than to attempt to build it on site, built it in my shop and moved it out there with an all terrain forklift. Stairs were donated just before I got ready to set it, they weren't quite as high as I was planning, sawed my posts off shorter, but in doing so my window sill a wee bit low for the height she's at.
This would be the one that drug me down the rabbit hole!
Couple months earlier in velvet...
Stand going up after completion...
Almost set in place...
Yeah, I mighta cheated a little there, but it sure was easier building everything in the shop!