My real problem is with the deer. Let's fast-forward and skip the rest of the story about the long, cold days on stand. By Friday evening, five days after the hunt began, I can see the handwriting in the snow: there isn't going to be a monster buck for me. Sure, the potential for a Booner is there, but these ol' boys are just as cautious and nocturnally oriented as the bucks are in a highly pressured area such as central Pennsylvania. Five mornings in a row, I've seen big, broad-shouldered studs come out to feed in the dark. Five evenings in a row, after legal shooting time, at least one big buck has put in an appearance. It's almost as if the shooters are wearing watches, however; no matter how hard I wish for one to stay until legal shooting hour begins, or pop out of the woods before dark, it doesn't happen.