I don't know what's boring about deer hunting. I learned it from my dad. He smoked cigarettes and drank coffee while deer hunting and shot more deer than the vast majority of hunters.
My only problem was when I started out I couldn't hit a
things and caught a lot of crap for it. It was never a deer walking out broad side at 20 yard, but always in the rain a few minutes before the end of LST with deer moving quickly, etc. I still don't know what the hell I did not kill the one doe that was so close the chest damn near filled the scope. There was no way to miss. I blew so much hair off of that deer that she had to be half bald, but not one spec of blood. Yet all we got was hair, lots and lots of freaking hair. I may be the only person that ever hair trailed a deer for about 50 yards or so before we lost her. Did somebody put snake shot in rifle?
My grandfather even made me a deer catcher. It was a steel rod with essentially like a big barb on the end, about 20 feet of rope tied to a metal ring. Yep, he said, if I wanted to get a deer, all I had to do was shove that rod up its ass and toss the ring over a tree stump.
My younger brothers were amused particular the one that got a doe his first year and I still had zip.
Of course then through dumb luck, I mean great skill, I shot a bigger buck than anybody had ever got in my family. I didn't get any more crap after that
Typical of my luck up to that point that was actually the third buck I shot that day. Knocked the first one down and it got up and ran past other hunters that shot it. I was standing over the second arguing with a guy about whose deer it was (BTW it was mine by and it was obvious that it was), when I heard a shot, looked up and saw a big buck bounding through the field and picked up my gun and shot it
What's boring about that?
That snapped my deer curse and it's been much more routine since then. I almost didn't know what to do the next year when a buck walked out broad side at 50 yards and I dropped it with one shot, nobody else shot at it, nobody else tried to claim it, nothing. Just bang, dead deer, tagged it, gutted it, and drug it out to the truck.
Stupid people can cause problems, but it usually takes brilliant people to create a real catastrophe. Thomas Sowell