Well, at least not for the Deerslayer. The only action I saw was a doe and her fawn, and hyperactive red squirrel gethering corn like there was no tomorrow.

Deer action was actually subdued through the area. All the "Biggest-buck" contests, typically drawing 200 entrants, only bagged 10% of that.

So... what are hunters to do? Keep on 'keeping on.' There's still all those groceries to finish...

A highlight!   The trophy buck for 1997 was a 3-pointer, harvested by the proud owner of Springer's Sure Shot Lodge.

So How do I explain my empty freezer? See below.

#10. Wolves! (Honest)

# 9. Couldn't get anyone to dress up and look like Patti Smyth

# 8. I forget one of the camp rules:

Don't dump on the bait pile; don't bait the dump pile

# 7. Coyotes!

# 6. Too much consumption of coffee in the morning

# 5. The alarm clock in my blind spooked the deer

# 4. Forgot the rifle

# 3. Too many Billy Shroeder fumbles

# 2. The deer couldn't get the cans of corn open to feed.

# 1. Too many hunters in the woods, chanting:

"I AM THE WARRIOR!!"

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