im back. i returned yesterday afternoon from the worst hunting experience i have had at the old homeplace hunting camp. everything went wrong, and i do mean everything. i think ol mr. murphy was gunnin for us (murphy's law). it started off ugly the first day. we put a customer in a stand that overlooks a food plot that sits in between a cutover and a pine plantation. it has been an excellent spot all year, untill this day. he hadnt been in the stand 15 min. when a colony of mexicans began walking through the cutover planting pine tree's. awesome... next we promised a young boy he could shoot a 6-point since it would be his first buck ever. normally you can just about kill a basket rack buck on the property by throwing a rock at them. they are almost tame... unless you are a 9 year old boy, in which case you cant see anything but does and yearlings... great. next we got the 8th plague of the Bible--SNOW-- snow has a strange effect on animals in the deep south. most of them only see the white stuff once in thier 7 year life span. the deer hunting shut down like we built a dam. not to mention everything was wet and cold with the daily temps varying from 26 as a low to 35 as a high. im just not set up for snow, actually i hate the stuff. whoopeee..... next our cook got snowed in and couldnt make it to the camp to prepare dinner. that means we got to "impress" our guests with a breakfast dinner. you know, eggs,bacon,toast, and oh right nothing else. fantastic... as luck would have it, the last morning i mistakenly shot a cull buck. a big big big no-no. i had seen several bucks running does through the woods, when all of the sudden this guy jumps out after a doe. he had 4 up on the side facing me. what appeared to be a tall white rack, and at least one brow tine and several points on the other side. i tried to get him to stop running and look at me so i could make sure he was a shooter. i whistled, nothing. i yelled, nothing. i waved my arms like a maniac, nothing. finally i put the shot of my life on this running buck. i was thrilled untill i walked over and realized that even though he was tall and had 4 up on one side, he was an 8-point missing a brow tine. to ice the cake he only had a 9" spread.:embarassed: i got my butt handed to me by my boss. (he is ridiculously maticulous about what we harvest). even the customers were saying things like "wow... i dont think i would have shot that" and " i coulda killed 5-6 of them allready". fabulous... low and behold i made it back to town only to discover that my cousin broke his arm, my uncle had an emergency apendectomy, my baby sister moved to mobile in a bad part of town, Amy was cranky, and my mother drove down from north alabama for a surprise visit. and i have to go back to the camp sunday morning and i wont be home again untill thurs. night. that lil tidbit didnt help Amy's attitude very much. i cant wait for the warm nights of spring (which will hopefully be in feb.) so i can crawl outa the mud and get back in the saddle again.