Now to catch up:
We took my nephew out yesterday. He saw five or so, never got a shot off. Mason and I saw four antlerless and three bucks, no big ones. We left our stands and did a couple of small pushes around my house, resulting in no shots fired because my brother cannot follow instructions. Ha. I gave him a little heck, so then he asked my nephew if he now understood why it was that my brother and I fought all the time as kids. He answered, "Yeah, 'cause you screw everything up". I like that boy...
Today Mason and I went up to Fayette for an afternoon hunt. He saw 8, not a horn to be found among them. No shots fired, good time was still had, and there is no mess to be cleaned up. All is well.