I settled into my stand and waited. The Kentucky pre-rut with cool afternoon temps combined with the early muzzleloader season had me hopeful. Soon after sitting down, deer poured into the CRP fields ...

The guys were on me a bit, back in October, just before Halloween. Even interrupted their card game. “So, where’s the rut?” “Stinks out there.” “Ain’t no deer no-how.” “Might as well play golf.” And ...