It is always a sad occurrence to put it to bed for another year, but like the promise of spring that is budding in the woods, a new season is coming. I must stop chasing deer for a while, yet I know there is still another big mossy- horned buck out there. Saturday, I found several buck rubs. Had to be a big ol' boy; these trees he rubbed were big as my leg. If he can survive poachers, car traffic, and old age, and doesn't get love- crazy and leave the country, he will really be a whopper next year. It's time to start getting my gear ready, target practicing, and scouting the deer haunts for the next season.
