Counter to common wisdom, I decided to try still-hunting. Most experts don't recommend this tactic in isolated patches of cover, where your movement can drive a buck off. Nor are you supposed to walk any faster than the ooze of syrup across a refrigerated plate. But with an hour left in the season, what did I have to lose? I worked the area at a strolling pace, and when the buck blundered into me at a trot, I don't know which of us was more surprised.