And what's funnier, I saw him yesterday. He's still alive and well. I was sitting on that same log, over looking the floor of the forest.

and I was scanning the forest floor for about 2 hours. very still, very quiet. But I never looked behind me.
Finally I decided to get up, and do one of those manevers to put my back pack on. Kind of swing it around, & throw it on your back.

I turn around, this buck is 10 yards behind me, staring at me. And the Commotion I made to put my back pack on startled him. My gun is still on the log. He trots off very slowly, down hill.

The biggest hind quarters I've ever seen. My heart starts pounding like never before. and all I could do it watch him trot off.

But I'm going back up next weekend, and I will sit on that same log.