I cant remember a season where I've ever thought to myself that I may be "burnt out", but I fear I may be at that point. This season, and all the calamity associated with it, has just zapped me of about any desire to get up and go hunt I believe. I've pretty much been one of the "diehard", hunt to the last day types, thru the lean early years when I would might go several days and not even see a deer, up till now I think. Maybe I'm just getting older and worn out sooner from the early part of the season, but I thought I'd be up and getting out there this morning, and I just don't have that desire to even wonder what might walk by. So, here I sit, up in plenty of time(been up since 3:45 c.s.t.) to have been out to my stand, with a good wind, and just thinking I don't care to go. Not asking for pity or prayers guys, its just been a season unlike I've ever experienced before, and just want to move past it at this point I believe. Sheesh...I hate this lack of desire for what has been a passion in my life for over 35 yrs.