Saturday, set up at 4 on a small hill with some cover overlooking 3 intersecting trails and waited for light. No action at first until all the high school kids showed up around 6:40 then I had lots of them running back and forth trying to get away from the Bubbas but they stuck to the brambles, couldn't get any clear shots. Had an older buck tease me by jumping the fence over to private and staring at me from the other side. Twice he did it, once around 7:30 and again at 9 when I met up with him again. Both times I had to fight the urge to put it between his eyes... End of the day, I wasted 4 shells and 8 bullets. Sunday, had a nice beefy 8 pointer coming up the trail grunting farting, all sorts of noises...I parked it under some deadfall and waited until he was about 8 feet away and pointed the 12 ga dead center of his massive chest and CLICK. Frickin shotgun failed. I pumped the magnum out and ran for a clear lane line it up for a shoulder hit, CLICK,pumped, boom, but by then all I could see was his tail disappearing over a ridge and the shot was wide right. He didn't even bounce like most deer do when they're running away. He mowed through thorns, smaller pines and a whole lot of piled up deadfall and it was over in about 4 seconds. Spent the rest of the day hunting the dried up swamps and only just seeing the white tails bounce up and over the brambles. This morning I snuck up behind a couple of does in a the river, got down in the water and waded after them. After a half hour of freezing in the river, I get a clear line of sight. There's 2 of them. A smaller one, maybe 120 and a big one up front. And a chain hanging across the river from 2 trees with a huge NO TRESPASSING sign about 10 or 15 feet behind them. Having some really bad luck this year.