(Published October 1 2026)
Gary Miller
gary@outdoortruths.org
As deer season begins, my mind goes back to my earlier and less mature years of hunting. Those were the days when I spent more time complaining on the stand instead of being thankful for the opportunity I had to be there. I complained about not seeing deer, about only seeing little ones, and about all my friends having better success than me. And who was I complaining to? Well, God of course. I mean no one else was around and after all He could change my lot if He wanted to. So it was His fault. I mean it shouldn't have made any difference that I smelled like Right Guard and was hunting with my back to the wind. And it shouldn't have made any difference that the sound of my Little Debbie cakes opening crackled like a broken microphone. And it shouldn't have made any difference that I was in a location that had only limited deer. No, God should have eliminated all of that and given me my miracle 200-inch deer within the first hour of the hunt. He didn't. So, I complained.
