I hunted the spot hard, but never saw him. Even under the best of circumstances, this is a tough, expert-level hunt. But much as anything, we were doomed by the weather conditions. It's been an unseasonably warm fall, and as a result, barely any leaves had dropped. Even in the spot that I thought was so good, I could barely see 40 yards in any direction. In two weeks, that’ll change to 150 yards (I’m dying to go back the first week of November), but last weekend, it made an already tough hunt nearly impossible. In the end, none of us killed a buck, and only Nate jumped one. He says it was so thick that, despite being just 30 yards away, he couldn’t even see the deer’s flag.