But the big 10-pointer changed everything. Dave is an outstanding bowhunter who has taken lots of great bucks over the years, but this one would definitely be his biggest. When I saw the picture, I had two thoughts: First, my friend wouldn’t repeal his offer just because a whopper buck had shown up, and second, I would much rather he tag the giant. So when archery season opened, I hunted everywhere else. Whenever Dave asked me to join him, I had perfectly legitimate excuses to hunt other places. I had a solid 8-pointer regularly hitting a clover plot, a good bachelor group of bucks hanging around a secluded alfalfa field, and a smattering of new rubs in an oak stand, which told me that the beginning of the acorn drop might be the perfect time to ambush a huge, funky 6-pointer that had first tripped my trigger a year earlier. So, I hopped between my own spots when the wind and conditions were right, but the bucks that should have shown never did.