We had a few warm days; the deer settled down.
I hunt when I can so I went out and saw some does, but none were close enough for a shot. Once I got winded. Another, she turned right instead of left.
As I am like to remind others, it is called "hunting" not "finding."
They were two really perfect evenings that I would not trade for much of anything, even the rain shower was enjoyable.
Still, a cold front moved through and I expect the behaviors we associate with the rut to return tomorrow morning. I told the wife I'd get the kids on the bus in the morning and be available if she needs to stay late at school (she is a substitute teacher working in a long-term placement) tomorrow.
Saturday morning, I expect, the tracking calls will begin.
Even if I don't make it out again, it's all good. Wisconsin has simplified the registration of collecting roadkill.