My son and I got back yesterday evening and I should have gone fishing instead of hunting. Drove down to Arkansas to go after Bambi's dad and all I did was fed the misguitoes. Sitting on a deer stand as sweat dripped off the end of my nose and bitting nats dined on my arms and misguitoes buzzed around my ears was not what I had in mind. We saw two deer gotten near us but it was by cars when the deer were moving at night with the full moon and 90 degree days. If you count the deer we killed it was a bust, if you count the fellowship with my son, dad, a best friend from years gone by, and me it was a great get togather and good times. You cannot always judge success by what was caught or killed. Was the fishing as a whole good or bad this weekend?emoCool