Most recently, I lost the home of one of the biggest bucks I've ever seen. Toward the end of last season, this deer was making regular visits to an open alfalfa field. By the time I nailed down his pattern, though, the season was over. Nonetheless, I felt I had a good shot at him this year. Turns out, however, that I apparently wasn't the only person to see this buck, because the field he was visiting borders a busy road. This year, the owner has had so much trouble with hunters traipsing onto his land without permission that he finally threw up his hands and decided, no more hunting ... period. And I can hardly blame him.