That fall I was very focused on killing another particular buck. But in late November I learned that buck had been taken by another hunter.

So in the late season, I was back to bow-hunting the old familiar 10-pointer.

I saw him on 3 or 4 occasions on a feeding pattern. But he was pretty cautious, and I never had him closer than 90 yards.

Once again nobody got him that year. And that winter, I found one of his sheds, again dropped in his favorite bedding area.