First, I do not want to seem like I'm whining, I certainly don't want to sound like that at all. I'm grateful for every season I get in the woods, and this is not about quitting. This rifle season I saw plenty of deer, and chose not to shoot a buck after taking a nice 8 pt on the 13th with my bow. Just never laid eyes on one bigger than I just took. But for some reason the weather, being alone in camp due to covid precautions, my knee killing me the whole time, all seemed to somehow stack up on me and make it far less fun than normal. So much so that I came home a few days early. I don't know if I just lost focus for a bit, or what, it's kind of weird actually. And I hunt private land, so I don't even have to deal with the state land madness that many others have to endure. Had the Doc give me another cortisone injection so I can get back in the saddle over Thanksgiving (we get a 4 day weekend). I'm definitely looking forward to this virus mess being over so deer camp can be deer camp again. I am not giving up by a long stretch, just wondering if anyone else had a rifle season that somehow felt different?