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November 17: Jeff Lindsey

We wait and dream all year of the magical month of November, it finally gets here and the weather is extremely frustrating. Everyday it was either steady rain or a howling wind that was giving me a bad attitude. We couldn’t catch a break, we finally decided to take a few days off to recharge ourselves and try again when we got in a different weather pattern. The forecast was showing sunny and cold, just what we were looking for, we hopped back in the tree for one last shot at this crazy rut, and I do mean hard to figure out crazy! I had a new cameraman in training this go round, my buddy Paul decided to take a week of vacation to see if we couldn’t lay one down.

We started off seeing lots of young bucks, but where were the big boys, locked down or just not moving? On the morning of the 17th we decided to try a hardwoods ridge above a corn field and intercept a cruising buck trying to find one of the last few does to come in heat. At 7:45 a.m. the first deer we seen was a mature buck headed right for us. My cameraman moves and his stand pops, LOUD, the buck looks up at us but I guess decides that he has had a longer month than we have and keeps on walking right to us. Before I decide who he is and if I am going to shoot him, he walks right past our tree and stops 17 yards behind a cedar to smell where we walked in. This was good for us, bad for him. We recognize him as “The Brow Tine Buck”, he was slightly quartering away and we raged him. 150 yards, he was dead, we were pumped, game over. - Jeff