I knew that if I didn't get poison ivy, it would be a miracle. What kept me working, through the humidity and relentless bugs, was the happy anticipation of archery season. Yes, it was only August, and archery season wouldn't begin for nearly two months.
Was I obsessed?
No, just smart. If you don't think a whitetail's nose is keen enough to smell fresh sawdust on the forest floor, or that they don't notice freshly-cut tree limbs, you haven't been busted by a savvy boss nanny doe.