All that changed Friday evening. The farm where I snapped Tilter's photo is owned by my neighbor Vernon, and his brother Terry had a muzzleloader tag in his pocket. Vernon asked if I'd help Terry get on a deer, and I was happy to help. Vernon told me he'd found some good feeding sign in the same bean field that Tilter had enjoyed last summer, and a quick scouting run confirmed this. So I set up a snow-camo ground blind for Terry and after the afternoon hunt on his second day, Terry called to say he'd shot a buck, and would I help get him out of the woods?