I spent a few hours yesterday afternoon deer hunting (or sitting as I call it and "nature viewing" as a friend of mine calls it). It was about the twelfth time I've gone bow hunting this year and it was the 11th time I didn't draw my bowstrings back. The time I actually might have had a shot where I did take aim it was too far past sunset for me to get an accurate shot, although I do believe the deer were actually within range (for me that would mean 25 yards or less). I probably would have had a shot the very first time I went out which was opening bow hunting week in Minnesota in the middle of September but, of course, I had to reach for my bow screwed into the tree that I was sitting in and my hanging stand was only about eight feet off the ground so the deer, of course, noticed. It's too bad. Before I moved the deer was running straight towards me.