"Foot travel only"...three of my favorite words!
National Forest in the N.E. lower penninsula of Michigan. I took this buck on October 30th this past fall.
My twelve yr old son was in a ground blind when this buck walked by about twenty five yards from him, and proceeded to work two scrapes. Beyond the range of his recurve, he could only watch. (Good boy Nick...great job by KNOWING your limits and keeping within them. I am proud of you!)
The buck then turned and walked right to me, and I killed him at five yards.
Public land has been good to me. I put in the effort, and I have always been rewarded.