Saturday, last day, sat under cover in the rain from daybreak until it stopped around 1 pm. Nothing at all moved, but to be expected. 10 minuts after the rain ended, a LARGE antlered buck and Doe came screaming by me. ARE YOU KIDDING ME ? Hunted hard all year (for me) with nothing to show. Endured the endless morning downpour, only to have a large buck come steaming by me once the deluge of rain stops on the last day. At that point, I was just resigned to the fact that I was cursed this year..... BUT, enjoyed the heck out of it all. Hey, being on the right side of the dirt, and able to do it is a plus, right ? Well, after MY mbuck rolled on by me at mach speed, I figured I'd move for the last 3 or so hours and hope some goofy chance would send one feeding in front of my .50 cal. VOILLA !!! 4:10 PM. An exceptionally large Doe, by herself, came feeding out of the brush right in frint of me. Well, the lock was tuned and the aim was on. Geez, what a year it was. Hope to do it agin next season.