This season started with high hopes. I was watching a lot of big deer all summer. And just like clock work after velvet had shed they disappeared like always. This is nothing new I'm used to it and I knew November would be here soon enough. My trail cameras weren't showing much but I had also lost interest in using them much. October came along and things had slowed down. I was seeing deer but they were few and far between. I ended up killing a doe in October one that I'm very proud of because of the broadhead. I kept hunting afterwords waiting for sweet November to come. It felt like forever but yes it finally came. Deer sightings increased and I was seeing some big big deer on the way to and from work this week. I wanted to be In a stand so bad I could taste it. Nothing like standing there at work watching bucks chase does. I kept checking the weather and since we work 4 tens I knew I would be able to hunt Friday. The weather looked perfect for rut activity and deer movement in general. So Friday morning I settled into a "sweet spot" next to a big bedding area with hopes of catching one cruising through or chasing. I never saw a thing and was dumbfounded. I went to town and did some things and came home to dad sharpening his broad heads and getting dressed. We talked about where we were going and he told me where I should go. So I got dressed and we smoked up together and went our separate ways.