Nick found a spot where three ridges pinched down into a miniature bowl about 40 yards in diameter. The first evening was fruitless, but Nick’s luck changed the next morning. “At about 7:30 a.m., I heard steps on the ridge behind me,” Nick recalls. “I swung slowly to the left and I saw legs. For a second it hit me--big boy is late getting home. After that, the training of shooting and all the practice took over. Another step, and the left side of his rack was enough to get me fumbling for my Hoyt.” Nick found an opening at 30 ards, lets his arrow fly, and the buck, shown above with Sampey, fell shortly thereafter.