The next morning, Bucholz took a stand deeper in the woods, where he'd seen most of the bucks head at the end of Saturday's hunt. "I was actually a little late getting set up because of the time change," he says. "It was shooting light when I finally settled in, and I'd just started can-calling, followed by tending grunts, when the woods just came alive. First a pair of nice 3-year-old bucks came in, and both snapped their heads toward an upwind ravine. They headed right toward it, and I knew they could smell other deer in there. Well, they'd just reached that ravine when they turned and came trotting out. Behind them, already in bow range, came this monster, walking toward me. I was already holding my bow thank goodness, because I still barely had time to make the shot."