At 10 o'clock, a doe came down the trail in front of me, moving quickly, tail clamped down hard. She didn't stop or even look at the pile of sweet peas, alfalfa, and wheat. Her body language told me she was being followed… and she was, 15 minutes later, by a large-bodied 10-pointer. He passed within 50 yards of my position, a chip shot for my Ultra Light Arms .30/06, and I decided to pass. Back home in New York, he would have been a no-brainer, but he seemed small for Saskatchewan. His rack was high but there was no mass, and many of the tines were on the short side.