I had another amazing year in Kansas. This year, my season really began on the evening of November 3rd. I decided to go check out an area that I observed some great rubs breaking open while on a brief “bicycle” scout the week before. The wind was just ripping out of the north. I had hunted this area numerous times over the years, but like most situations, I rarely go into a spot more than once or twice a year. This particular spot had not been hunted since 2008. I slipped in my portable fashion in the late afternoon. I saw a couple of small bucks, then shortly before dark I could see a PY sized bruiser grunting as he walked 80-100 yards down in the bottoms. It was getting dark but I decided to call him in. If he came in quick enough I could get a shot before dark. I ripped out a snort wheeze from my lungs and . . . game on! He came in grunting like a bull. His beams were out to his nose and he had great tine length. Long story short- at the last minute he swung downwind and behind me at 16 yards. As he came out from the backside of the tree I was busted just before I was ready to draw and lose the arrow! What a great way to start the season.