[InChiefsHeaven]

It was a frustrating opening weekend for me in Nebraska. First, I don't have access to any private land, so me and my buddies are stuck with CRP. We've hunted the same spot for the last 9 years now, and it's always been relatively fruitful. This year, there must have been 15 damn other guys out there. That's the price you pay hunting the CRP.

Saturday morning it was cloudy and relatively warm, but there was a breeze up. I got to my spot at about 6:10, 30 minutes before shooting time. At maybe 6:30, I heard something behind me. Looked over my shoulder, and a little doe was standing there, about 15 feet from me. I don't hunt in a stand, just pop a squat on a little folding stool. Anyway, she starts to wander further away, and I realize she's not alone. So I'm waiting for daylight, maybe another 10 minutes. Suddenly from out of nowhere another deer (I'm assuming a buck) jumps out of a little grove of pine trees and makes this loud honking noise (never heard that one before) and the two does take off, followed by this guy. It's still too dark to make out what it was. In any case, I'm feeling good about my spot, seeing 3 before shooting time never happens...

...those were the last friggin' deer I had a chance at both Saturday and Sunday. Both my buddies were able to pull out nice deer, but I got nuthin'. I'm going out solo this Saturday to try my luck where one of my friends was sitting. Hopefully, it won't be as crowded out there. That many hunters just makes me nervous.