"I knew Smokey so well that I put my odds of killing him at close to 90 percent. I planned to hunt him from an elevated blind that sits at the junction of five habitats: a farm field, a stand of evergreens, a hardwood thicket, a bedding grass field, and a food plot planted in our Deadly Dozen. On a northwest wind, I can access and exit that blind without bumping a deer. The first night I had that wind I didn't see him. The second night he came out of his bedding grass but walked the other way. But the third night, October 15th, it was like everything was scripted: I watched him come out of the grass, hit the food plot, and feed to within 25 yards."