Life got in the way. It happens sometimes. But the rifle is ready to go, the deer tags are on hand, the license is clipped to my vest, and come Thanksgiving I'm heading out in the woods with a buddy to get a deer.
Yes, Thanksgiving. The Ragin' Mrs. and I are headed over to a friend's house for Thanksgiving, and while the womenfolk are cooking, (and let's be blunt, shall we? My friend and I are getting chased out of his house so the women can do what they want without us bothering them) my buddy and I will be out getting venison.
So I have to wait a day or two. Big whoop. There's enough deer up here to go around.