The afternoon of November 6, I was running late to sit in the ground blind out on the prairie. Running late seems to be a common theme on my hunts this year. Wind was out of the southeast, close to perfect. Temperature was about 60 degrees with clear skies. That ground blind sits on the edge of a sandy, dry creek that wanders through big, rolling hills covered with sage in the Texas Panhandle. It’s dotted with islands of trees and brush. There are more deer there in the open grass than you might think. My friend, Kurt, did the hard work, setting the blind, feeder and monitoring the trail camera. A wide, handsome 11-point had been visiting that spot since September. It was my third time to sit the blind for that target buck. The previous two attempts he was a no-show. I nocked an arrow at 4:45 PM.