Went out today. It was hard to get outa bed at 3am hearing that wind howling outside but I figured what the heck, I'm a glutten for punishment. Anyway, I didn't see anything by 11am so I went to look at a spot I scouted last week. I'm just walking through the woods with the wind blowing at my back and there he is. A big, fat 8 pointer I've been chasing this season. I drop to one knee and take a better look at him. He's on a ridge to my left and facing the way I just came from. I'm thinking if he walks that way, I'll have a 25 yard shot at him. But wait, he's chasing a doe and she doesn't want to go that way. Women! [:@] He chases her up the ridge and right through someones back yard into the street. I can safely say the rut is on in Carroll county now.