Patrick, however, only had to invest a couple of hours and rely on a little fate to harvest the giant whitetail. "I shot a doe on Saturday," he says. "And the next morning the guys were going to put me in a treestand. I told them no, that's a good spot, put someone else there. I'm young and can hike up the hill and sit on the ground somewhere." So Patrick hiked, climbing a steep bluff before settling in behind a rock outcropping. "About 7:30, I heard a deer coming, and then I saw it was a buck. We knew about Lefty, as well as a nice 8-point and a 10-point that were on the farm. When I first saw the buck, I thought I was looking at the 8-point, and when he gave me a good shot at 50 yards I took it. The buck ran about 50 yards, started to wobble, and then went down. I reloaded the muzzleloader and got up, ready to shoot again if I had to. And then I walked up to him and knew I'd shot Lefty. I wanted to jump up and scream, but I didn't want to screw up anyone else's hunt. So I just kind of walked around in circles for awhile!"