Scott/IL

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.

LittleChief

It doesn't even take that one little sighting for me. I dream deer hunting from the last day of the season until the next season opener. Still, there's something about a sighting that gets your blood pumping. Heck, I don't even have to see the deer. I was dumping some grass clippings in the edge of the woods behind my house three days ago when a deer I didn't know was there blew at me. I never did see the deer, but that sudden adrenalin rush told me that I haven't changed.