I was going to town at abou 10 this morning and saw a nice 145 inch 10 pointer standing inside the woods down the road from my house so I stopped and watched him for a minute. He just stood there before finally taking off with his nose close to the ground, zig-zagging through the timber. So I went on to town and came back through 35 mins. later and there he was again in the exact same spot. So being the wonderful husband that I am, I called my dad and had him come over and watch the kids for us so I could take my wife and try to put her on him. I got her and went back to where the buck was, but he was gone, however there was a doe standing along the edge of the woods in a field. I knew the buck would be close so I sent her into the woods. She stalked through about 75 yards and spotted the doe along the woods. She went a little farther and another doe started blowing at her, causing the doe along the field to run through the woods right by her. Then right behind her was the 10 pointer. They stopped 20-25 yards from my wife, she drew, aimed carefully, and shot. Smaack. Dead tree. She barely nicked a small sapling about 5 feet in front of where the buck was standing. She was and still is just sick! That was her first good encounter with a higher end buck. I told her to be glad that she got that opportunity and that there would be more chances in the future. I sure wish she could have connected on him though. Any how the bucks are still chasin'.