Sighting in my gun proved less than necessary; I missed a few; well three. The first one was on the Wednesday night on the first week of the hunt and I thought I was on it without any problems. I wasn't nervous or shaking or anything like that. It was within 50 yards I'd say and I had its full side to shoot at. There really is no sense going on - I shot once, missed, I shot again, and missed. It ran off. Then immediately I was shooting at the doe that walked out behind it and wasn't so bold as to go quite in my direct line of fire (not that it would have made any difference....). But the other good thing is that I missed one in my truck 40 minutes later driving into town.
There was a car a hundred/one hundred fifty yards in front of me and all of the sudden I start driving over its headlight, blinker lights, then parts of its bumper and such. The damaged car pulled over. I did too. Incidentally I knew the driver. At any rate we walked back to the the sight of the collision and sure enough there was the doe, dead & ditched. So 3 misses on the Wednesday....
Fast forward to the goods - Larry ended up shooting a mid sized doe on the Saturday afternoon. No photo evidence - but he got it and we butchered it up a couple days later with the help of Jeff. I continued to hunt on the Saturday afternoon and had a doe walk somewhat, but not really out to where I was sitting. There was no shooting as it wasn't very close.... It was somewhat close but it kept walking away from me.
Anyway, we got a few steaks and roasts in the freezer to enjoy.
There is all kinds of snow around here. While Molly and I walked the perimetre of the farm, Shelly skied it for an hour or so one afternoon. It was not a great walk as I constantly stepped through the crust and into the ground past my ankle, but on skis it was extremely smooth and manageable. Molly and I went sledding at the golf course too on New Year's day.