For me personally, it was a lackluster season, to say the least. With time spent in three different states and literally weeks in a treestand, my efforts yielded only a couple of punched doe tags. Weather, deer numbers, hunting pressure, and just plain bad luck all seemed to play a part in the overall outcome. Though I used to get frustrated with seasons like this, I’ve learned that you have to take the good with the bad when it comes to factors out of your control, and hope next season will be better. Despite this, I still consider the season a success overall. Sure, I didn’t get to wrap my hands around a whitetail rack, but I filled the freezer, explored new places, and got to spend another fall in the woods. Looking back at the whole affair, it wasn’t all that bad; Lord willing, I’ll be able to slip into a treestand again next year.