Clearly, the
buck saw me, but he seemed torn between waiting to find out what I was, heading toward the corn, or retreating to the main timber.
As soon as the
buck saw the dogs and me, he veered and ran north.
How would we get the buck out?Well, after almost four hours of grunt labor, 200 feet of nylon rope, and the use of a 4-wheeler, my
buck saw the light of day.
The
buck saw Hattie at the same time and whirled around to run off.
It was early November, and if a rutting
buck saw those decoys the show would be on.
As soon as the
buck saw the decoy, he was on his feet and heading toward us at a fast walk.
And, indeed, although I was 21 feet above the ground, somehow the
buck saw me and the staredown began.
That was when the whopper
buck saw the 8-pointer enter the clearing.
If a
buck saw those scrapes he went straight to them almost every time.
Then, as I was trying to decide whether to shoot at a narrow-racked 4-point at about 40 yards, a little
buck saw me moving and started a stampede -- which left me standing in a cloud of dust once again.
A medium-sized
buck saw me during my predawn walk to the stand and ran into a thicket.