It was 4:30 when the deer arrived. Four different bucks, all of them eventually approaching within 20 yards. There were two small 8-points; one of them had every tine broken. The other 8-point buck's rack was completely intact, but small. The third buck was a young 10-point with antlers as white as a blank piece of paper, both of his G-4s were snapped off. The fourth buck was an older 10-point that would have been 125-130 inches, but half his beam was busted on one side and the brow tine was missing on the other. None of them were the two big shooters I've been after now for two months. And when I'd decided a mature doe would be a nice addition to my freezer, no girls showed up. Four long-bearded gobblers strolled by at 5 p.m., but I like to save my turkey tags for the spring. So the hunt ended without me loosing an arrow, yet there was plenty to look at. I don't have to shoot to have a great evening (the photo above is one example. Sunsets like this one keep me going back when the deer kick my butt).