|Hunting with Seamus|
Over the last few years, I admit, I have developed a real love of deer hunting. I like sitting on stand, watching the world go by and shooting deer. Last year was a sort of “tipping point” for me—I went afield with a buck tag in hand, and each day in the stand brought me closer and closer to shooting a bona fide trophy. I got buck fever, I got nervous and I screwed up over and over again. I couldn’t sleep at night and I kept going back. Sitting in the stand, I watched thousands of mallards and snow geese and others with hardly a passing notice. Long story short: I screwed up a zillion chances on some dandy bucks and blew off the best mallard shooting of the year.