The Curse of 2015 Continues

After eating my Kansas tag in September, I was hoping for a change in fortune headed into Ohio.  My dad, some of our good friends hunted hard for a week on some good ground about 40 miles north of Dayton, but a shooter never appeared.  Sometimes, stuff just happens thats out of your control.  Like it or not, that’s deer hunting.  A little over a week though, I’m headed to Missouri to try and shake this streak of bad luck that’s been following me since May.  Anyway, here’s some photos from the Ohio trip.



A couple photos from the stand.  No deer were harmed on this trip.


A photo from the place we stayed.  I’ve crashed in a lot of hunting camps, but this one by far was the nicest.  It was a finished out pole building with some really cool barn wood walls and it even had a bar.



I’ve never had my own locker before.  Definitely a nice touch.