The next day I was in the blind well before daylight. Mule deer does, Whitetail does, some small bucks and ducks and geese. The next day was not the day, nether were the next three days. Time to get back up on the hills and try to relocate him. Sure enough I spotted him headed south along a line of cottonwoods on an old irrigation ditch. I needed a stand on that ditch. The problem was with the prevailing wind coming out of the south, stand locations would be limited. There is however one spot were the ditch jogs to the west. If I put a stand there the wind would blow my sent across a field of annual grass and since the deer much preferred the alfalfa on the up wind side it just might work. I put a stand up that afternoon.
I figured it would be best to give the stand a day or two before I used it so the next day I decided to sit on the hill where I first saw him. I didn't really expect to see him as that hill overlooks fields that are not his favorite. I still took my bow. I sat there all morning, plenty of small bucks and some nice ones, but as expected not the big one. I was packing up to leave and I heard some bucks sparing in the field below me. Put up the glasses and there he was 400 yards away with two other bucks. I watched him for a moment or two and decided, " The hell with caution, If I can get in the ditch, I might be able to cut them off. I am going for it". I baled off the hill in plain sight of the bucks and headed to the irrigation ditch. I made it to the ditch without being spotted, that was a small miracle. Once in the ditch I had cover and the dirt bottom was quite. I closed the gap to 150 yards in little time, then 100 yards, 90, 80 and a doe I had not seen busted me. She blew, and ran off flagging her tail. Now the bucks were on high alert and any chance of getting closer was over. Also didn't help that I was right on the fence and the neighbors horses spotted me and came up behind me looking for some cake.
I was back on the hill well in advance of any light and once again I spotted the buck in the field. Getting in the ditch almost worked once, might as well try it again. This time I made it about 50 yards when a doe busted me and started blowing. The buck of course stopped and just stood there in the field. After a few minutes he turned around and headed back north. He wasn't spooked, but he wasn't going back south ether. I watched him for a half hour and it was apparent he was headed to the small brush patch with the giant cottonwood. That evening there was just no way I was getting up on that brush patch with the current wind. I decided to get in the haystack about 400 yards to the east. This put me between him and the best alfalfa. It was a good plan and might have worked to if I had not jumped an old three by four buck bedded in the haystack. The three by four ran right by the brush were the big one was bedded and up onto the greasewood and sagebrush flat. It wasn't long and the big buck got nervous and followed the smaller buck.I figured it was pretty much over for the evening so I started walking back. I had walked about a half mile and decided to look at the greasewood flat. The bucks were there watching there back trail. I thought to myself. They are coming back to the fields before it gets dark, If I can get to a little draw between them and the fields, I just might have a chance. It took awhile, but I got myself to the draw with maybe a half hour of light left. I slowly peeked over the top a little rise to see if the bucks were still out on the flat. Nothing. I moved a few yards and spotted antlers. The big three point was bedded down. A few minutes later he was up and headed right at me. There are three trails in the draw. The best spot to hide gave me a 20 yard shot on one trail and a 40 yard shot on the farthest trail. The third trail passed by at less than five yards. I was hoping the bucks would not use the five yard trail, but if I backed off of it I could not see the other two trails until it would be too late. It wasn't long and here came the three point and of course he was on the five yard trail. At ten yards he spotted me. That stopped him, I was hunkerd down and he didn't know what to make of me. He had a stare down for a minute or two. Finally he had enough and he turned and walked to the 20 yard trail and went by. Of course he winded me and took off. I figured it was over, but I stayed put.
I need to get back to work.