It finally cooled down October 30, 2005. The morning started with a very nice 8 pointer working a scrape and walking by at about 50 yards. I knew it was a good start. But, this is hunting. It took 2 hours before I saw anything else. I watched down a trail to see feet coming my direction. Then a chest and horns. it was a small 6 point 1 and 1/2 years old. I waited for something to follow him. Right on que another set of feet appeared. This time there was a huge 8 pointer trailing. I had time to get positioned for a shot. The small 6 stopped 10 yards away and did not clear the brush. The 8 stopped on the other side of the 6 at 12 yards. I watched the 8 look very cautiously in the direction the earlier 8 pointer had come from. He let out a snort-wheeze. This was neat from 12 yards. It's not real pretty. He started checking the air for a hot doe. After 10 minutes the two buck circled around my tree stand. I had to turn all the way around the tree and draw. I don't know which was louder, my heart or their footsteps on the dry leaves. I waited for them to clear the tree. Neither did. They were walking directly away behind the tree. I had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory again. I sat for another hour knowing the day was over. Just then I caught movement coming my way. I saw a body with nice horns duck under a bush. I drew expecting him to be right in front of me. He crossed at 8 yards and the arrow found the front right shoulder. The buck took off for aout 50 yards. He ran into a large youpon bush and cartwheeled to the ground. They day and the season were over.

I still after all these years cannot believe how fast luck changes in hunting. Guess that's what keeps us going to make another trip. Good luck only takes a few seconds in a week's or a month's time. 'Till next time. Good Luck!

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