Well, here we are in the waning weeks of the season, with buck tags still burning holes inside our favorite hunting pants! We had an early season plan of attack, but that fell through. As the rut came and went, we found ourselves scratching our heads, as we always just seemed one step behind. And now, as the snow flies and cold winter winds whip across the landscape, we are in the fourth quarter, with barely any time left on the clock!
Sure, you could hang up the bow, wash and dry the camo and call it a year. But if you are anything like me, quitting is not an option. Sure, all the bucks still standing have been hunted for months and have had their survival senses sharpened to…