Back at camp, I was greeted by a roaring fire in a shallow pit surrounded by huge limestone boulders. Nathan was on the porch, shaking seasonings over filet mignon and thick rib eye steaks. My friends were slowly drifting back to camp, each one with a report of multiple buck sightings. Excitement was undeniable as the late season bucks were now visible, out of their thorny fortresses in search of free food to regain lost calories from the rut. It was post rut and the bucks were showing no signs of interest in girls, only food. Benton saw the most, eight bucks total, but they were all deemed either too young or old enough and big enough, but with broken racks. Good ones for next year. Benton always waits for next year.