I wasn’t sure if the buck I was after was still alive. He had the strong tendency to bed on my hunting grounds, but also spent a decent amount of time on the other side of the road where the orange army was in full force. With this being the last day of firearms season, I could only hope that all of the time-wasters I’d employed were doing their jobs.
By Steve Bartylla
For Deer & Deer Hunting
With a half-hour of legal shooting light left, I spotted the Illinois 41⁄2-year-old 9-pointer working the mock scrape I’d created at the opening to the edge feathering along…