There he stood only 39 yards away, a giant of a buck I had been watching for three years now. My pre-hunt intention was to let him live another year. But now, as I sat watching him feed unaware of my presence, I knew I had a buck of a lifetime at my fingertips.
It was a hot August afternoon. My brother Richard and I had hunted hard all morning with no success in locating the trophy mulies we had watched throughout the summer. Many thoughts coursed through me.