I believed I was set. I had this buck – and four of his very shootable cohorts – on trail camera like clockwork. And he was gorgeous. Clean, even, beautifully curving and velvet covered. A symmetrical 5x5. He’d been feeding beneath an ancient apple tree two full weeks, a week of these days during open season, but I had been waiting for the perfect wind. I was being extra, super-duper careful. But, finally, I had the wind I needed.
I started up the steep ridge a couple of hours before dawn, taking my time, following the weak illumination of a single, red-hued LED. Once on top I swung well downwind, following a brushy fence line across ponderosa parkland, my canyon-lip destination just ahead. I stopped and sprayed down with scent…