Michigan produces big bucks, some areas have more than others. Where I live, there are a few.
But they are rare, and they have seen it all. They make few mistakes.
I found a rub line on some private property I had permission to hunt, back in '98. It was obvious where this buck travelled, because he made rubs like you would have to see to believe.
By mid October, his pathways were clearly defined by a "connect the dots" series of rubs.
One still October evening, I finally picked the right tree. Slowly working his way toward me, I could see what he had been using to shred the trees in his path. Easily out past his ears, thick, perfectly formed, and carrying ten points.
Would be my best buck by far.
I couldn`t take my eyes off those antlers. As he approached my shooting lane, I eased back on the string of my Mamba recurve...locked on full draw as I concentrated on the spot to hit. At release, I can still see my arrow go high and left as it clattered it`s way through those beautifull white antlers. Somewhere between full draw and release, my gaze shifted from rib cage to antlers, and my bow arm automatically adjusted and put the arrow right where I was looking. I remember seeing chunks fly, and after a short half circle, he stopped. Through my binoculars, I could see he was missing some antler. Never found the pieces. I have seen that buck hundreds of times since, but only in my mind. :D