Sometimes you just go out because it’s what you do. I’m in Kansas, three days into a four-day hunt. It’s the rut. So you go. The wind yesterday morning was blowing 20 to 30 mph, with gusts to 35. We rose at 4:30, suited up, and found our way to our stands. Over the course of the morning I saw exactly one deer, about 400 yards away, arcing along the edge of the field as if something were pursuing it. I saw it for a few seconds, then it dove into the thick brush at the field’s edge. That was it.