I did slip out for a few hours of hunting this morning. The rain had finally subsided, and it cleared off. At 50 degrees it wasn’t cold, but it was quite a bit cooler than it has been lately. I watched a constant parade of does and fawns on a big oak ridge. The only buck I saw was a basket-racked 4-point, but he must’ve made five laps around that ridge, aggravating the hell out of those does. I expect to see the first mature buck doing that same thing at about any time now.