After busting on my brother Dan's ineptness last week (see "Dan the Man"), it's only fair that I reveal my own. The deer season is done here, and I am deerless. As you may know, this isn't the first time I've failed to get my deer. Until now, at least, the only consequence of an unfilled tag has been the tangible fact of an unfilled freezer. But now that I've gone two seasons in a row without getting one (for the first time, I might add-just for the record-not that I'm counting), I've noticed a few intangibles popping up.