November 14th 1995. The next day is the firearms opener.
In late August, 1995, I was blackberry picking on public land, and jumped two bucks that would be respectable anywhere.
I had scouted, and figured I had them reasonably figured out. October came and went, without a sighting. A rub line had formed in mid October.
And scrapes were more numerous than normal. Still,
not even a glimpse of either one of those bucks.
It was cold and still, with some snow on the ground. People were out and about, because here in N.E. Michigan everyone likes to walk all around for a few days before firearms season to spook everything they can,...I guess.
I went out to watch the woods get dark one more time. I had hunted hard. (I wasn`t passing small bucks this evening.) I heard a deer coming from the "wrong" direction. I had my head turned as far as possible, expecting to see any deer but one of the "big two", as I had been calling them.
He knew that trouble was brewing cause he was heading for the thicket, instead of cruising for girls.
Intense focus is an understatement. I can see my arrow spinning just as described at the start of this thread. It was a twelve yard broadside shot.
Nothing spectacular, or difficult. It was however,
my most memorable.