Waiting for my doe tag to arrive, unit 63 on my nephew's place. Hunted there last year, deer were thick as flies. But I arrived with a severe foot injury, which blew up overnight to a "can't walk" issue. Wasn't any way I was going to shoot an animal that I couldn't deal with, I couldn't even carry pkgs of meat from my truck to the freezer back home. Nope, mission aborted, this is another year.