I knew exactly where I’d be Hunting this fall. It was all but set in stone, and the prospects were exciting. I’d start the season off in Kansas in September with a muzzleloader in hand. I love to bow hunt but the thought of kicking off the year with a little yardage advantage sounded pretty good. Then I’d focus a bit on my home state of Michigan (assuming I’d located a buck that I wanted to target). Knowing this is not any sort of a given, the...