The final straw for me this season was when I went hunting on the south side of the woods on my in-law's land and when I finished hunting, my father in-law who had checked cows on the north side of the woods asked me if I saw those 3 huge toms go into the woods!!! Umm. no. I think mine grew smart genes and never said a word the whole season.
...and on that day when my strength is failing, the end draws near and my times has come, still my soul will sing Your praise unending, ten thousand years and then forevermore!