After a week of getting up hours before sunrise and evenings sticking around until the last bits of sunlight passed through the woods, I thought I was going to get nothing again. Just like all the other years of hunting up until this point. The deer would always be just out of range, a change in wind would spook them, there would only be doe when I’m targeting a buck, or more than not, the deer just all seem to disappear. And to be clear, I’m not out there looking for trophies. All I care about is the challenge of …