The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
It didn't work out just like I planned, so I can take some comfort from Robert Burns poem. However, today wasn't a total loss. This morning dawned with a heavy fog, so heavy I couldn't see a hundred yards.
The weather stayed foggy until after 9:00. Looking for tracks, some deer had walked across a cleared area behind my stand. Whether they were moving during the dark early morning hours or in the fog, we'll never know, but the tracks plainly showed that they crossed that opening sometime after the rain finished at about midnight.
The rest of the day was absolutely gorgeous and I spent most of the rest of it looking at this.
But, no joy! I was in the woods all day, spending most of it alone with only myself for company and my thoughts for distraction. In everything except the game not cooperating, it was a magnificent day.