Non-existent deer

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There are no deer to speak of in the Fort Rock Unit. I looked. I tracked. I got up way too early, before dawn, in 9 degree weather. My family and friends and I covered scored of miles over the weekend, moving, moving, moving.

Sitting, listening, sneaking, strategizing. And no amount of the aforementioned will scare up deer that are not there. Few tracks, few sightings, no killing.

Well, that's why they call it 'hunting', and not 'harvesting' or 'killing'. We went, we hunted. Score: deer 1, humans 0.

Take that, you folks who think that humans have the advantage. And, between all the hunters, we put hundreds of license and tag dollars into the game management system. Much more than the average bunny hugger does in a lifetime. And ya know what? I'm glad to do it. My family and I bonded, we practiced our sneak and stalk, we got out in the woods, and we got tired and dirty.

That means that the season was a success.