Really?

Before I was the owner of a trail camera, I was a son of an owner of a trail camera. I spent a good amount of time harassing my Dad for having his camera sitting on a shelf in the basement. Or for not putting it exactly were I thought it should go. So when I finally got one that I could call my own, I told my wife not to ever let me "shelve" my camera. Well..... Dad you were right again.
I had my camera down in our hunting hole almost all summer long...... wasted effort. Dead Batteries, Mosquito bites, pictures of nothing, and on average about 1 pic of a doe per week was all I had to show for my labor.
So I went into a full on slacker mode while still not shelving the camera. I decided to set the camera up in my Dad's back yard. And when I say back yard, I'm not talking about 1/2 mile behind, or a quarter mile, I'm not even talking yards. He almost had to mow around the thing. But there was a price to pay for such a genius idea, and that price was harassment. Old Bro Kraker, was on me just like I had been on Dad in years past. Hopeless, waste, desperate, the words were real but were they warranted? You tell me.................