Still, we never laid eyes on him during the early archery season, and Alan had only one fleeting encounter with him during the rut. When Minnesota’s late-muzzleloader season opened Saturday, it was pretty obvious that bucks were no longer as interested in chasing does as they were in filling their bellies. I watched four bucks come to a food plot that evening, and a few days later Alan had an encounter with a giant 10-point. That 160-inch buck was nose-down, feeding in a cut corn field at 3 pm on Monday, a full two hours before dark. Alan was running late getting to his stand, and when he arrived the buck was already there. Worse, he presented no shot.