"It was fairly warm (low 70s) first two days of my hunt," says Martinz. "Then a storm hit, and it rained, was windy, and we saw hardly anything out and about. The next day we bumped my buck. He was probably bedded down for the day, and we spooked him. He stood up at 2 p.m. in tall grass, and I dropped him just before he could run...he was musky smelling, and we got another 4-point a canyon over that wasn't musky smelling."