As soon as shed season closes (which resulted in a 170 class 10 point match), fishing begins to take hold of my free time.

After a recent trip up to a small lake I was headed home thinking of all the bass I had just caught and how much fun it was to see them come up and blow apart that topwater lure. Then WHAM I slam on my brakes as I see brown dash across the road.

Out stands a beautiful velvet buck. He seemed to be a very good one for this time of year, however I only got a few seconds to look at him then started scrambling for a camera then he was gone. The rest the way home was filled with throughts of how and where am I going to setup to get a crack at one of these Illinois monsters next year.

Man oh man October can't get here fast enough.