By Brandon Fleck
-- On Nov. 6, at 8:30 a.m. on a beautiful Ohio morning, I was on my way to take a police test. The whole way there I kept seeing big bucks out cruising around. I just wanted to turn around and get in the woods. But, I grudgingly went and took the test. Four hours later I was on my way home. Still seeing deer out and about, I stopped home and gathered my gear before I hit the woods.
I was on my way to my treestand when I saw a nice deer cross the gas well road in front of me around 3:15. So I slipped into the brush to cut him off. However, I didn't see that deer again. Instead, I just sat down in the tall grass watching a heavily used deer trail and waited.
Only 10 minutes later, I saw a flash through the brush, and a great buck stepped out broadside at 32 yards away. I drew my bow and let the arrow fly, making a double-lung shot. By 3:30, I had a big buck down!
This all happened so fast that I didn't even know how many points the buck had. In fact, throw some buck fever in the mix, and it occurred to me that I didn't know much of anything else about this deer. But the anticipation was killing me. I went back to my car to regroup and pull myself together a little bit before trailing him.
I allowed 30 minutes to pass, and then I couldn't wait any longer. I went back to where I shot the deer and got on the blood trail. The buck only traveled 65 yards. The deer weighed 265 pounds on the hoof and had 7 points, scoring 126. The buck was 5 1/2 years old. I think I'd rather be lucky than good, I guess.