Last fall, things changed in a big way. "Suddenly, I was seeing him all over," Mitch says. "The last week of November and early December, I set up on him five times and saw him four. I had him at 10 or 12 steps one evening, and was just about to draw. He sensed something wasn't right, looked up in the tree, and nailed me. But I wasn't giving up. I think he was getting old; he'd lost his place in the pecking order, and was desperate to breed. Either that, or he was getting senile! How else do you explain a buck that was totally nocturnal suddenly running all over the place?"