Yesterday, November 6, I got up at 4:30 a.m. to make the trek to that location. I was settled in almost an hour before first light. Frost covered the grass and it was cold, 35 degrees. At 6:43, the first minute of legal shooting light, a buck walked past my hideout at 10 steps. It was a young 8-point. He never knew I was there. He tempted me for a long time at 17 yards broadside—when you haven’t been seeing anything up close for so long, any racked buck looks good. At 7:40, three does came trotting down the creek. The buck stood and stared at them, then twitched his tail and chased them down the creek. The mature 10-point was a no-show.