Fiver, as he has been affectionately named this season, has shed all his velvet and filled out with a beautiful coat. If he continues to make the mistake of intermittently showing up at in early morning or late evening daylight, he will be in my chest freezer downstairs when archery season opens next Thursday. I took both Thursday and Friday of next week off. I am not a Ted Nugent, "Kill it and Grill It" type. I became tearful last year after taking my deer with the crossbow. Something about a large mammal does that, but not grouse, pheasants, etc. The eyes in particular. I am able to work through that as I use every ounce of the meat and it lasts near a year until the next season. I still have two packages of venison brats from last year. The very large six pointer has not returned for many weeks, nor have the two spike horns, but I have seen one of the spikes about two miles away on my way to work. Their normal range is less than a squre mile or about 350 acres, but that is a lot of woods around here. As with so much more of life, success is a bit of luck, in addition to preparation. There are a lot of hunters here in North Ironwood Township, all the way to Lake Superior, and we will all be in competition. My son will come up for the last few days of archery season and the first week of rifle season, likely beginning on November 12th or so. We need one for him too. If not, he will have half of mine.