So, so, close tonight. I had a solid 150's buck and another, following 10 does right to me. They were going to pass at less than 10 yards for a chip shot. The lead doe was already at 22 yards and the biggest buck was at about 60 when a coyote popped onto the ridge and started trotting straight at them. Some of the does bolted right by me and the two bucks ducked for cover. I climbed down early and headed out. Interference has been my curse this year. I have never had this many hunts messed up from things beyond my control. It has almost gotten comical. Quite honestly, the only reason I even went tonight was because I feel guilty about not putting a buck up on the scoreboard yet. Shotgun season opens on Saturday and it looks like I will likely be hunting the late season with my bow. Don't give up on me yet. I may not kill a big one, but I will do my best to get a buck on the board.