Fuggin bastards I attest. If ya find 'em, fiddle with their kneecaps. I was sitting down the hill amongst the blowdowns, when it stated to spit rain off & on. I got too thinking how would I ever get a deer back up the hill by myself. I guess it never dawned on the past two years of hunting this, so I packed up & went back home. There just wasn't anything promising to keep me there. I went up into the woods & sat where I doe. Didn't see anything but squirrels. At least the wind stopped where I was.