Came home for lunch, fueled up on a fat azz meal spiked with some Bubbly and off we went for a PM hunt. Dropped off the FIL on the way and headed to a different spot I know well.
The first sit of the PM was pretty simple, watch two fields seperated by a T shaped tree line surrounded by little islands. Setting up on either side of the T corners we would watch the fields covered in small pockets of trees. I would do the calling and that way we could catch action coming in from most sides. I dropped my brother off and went to my spot and did a quick calling/rattling sequence. A few minutes after, 3 does and a small buck came out of the bottom of the T onto the field I was watching, about 800 yards away. Right away I noticed that the 3 does were pretty nervous but not because of the small buck. All three mature does kept looking back and I knew it could very well be because of a bigger buck. So I made a move and rushed down the tree line, making sure they couldn't see me and set up 200 yards away from where they crossed. At this point the does were gone and I caught a glimpse of a big boddied deer walking through the bottom of the T. Almost immediately, a big 4x4 walked out of the bush, into the field, body as big as the other one I had seen through the trees, chasing the does' scent.
At this point I figured that there were not one, but two big bucks and since I hadn't gotten a good look at the other guy's rack I decided on shooting this buck and I figured this could also push the other buck to my brother. As I shot the buck and watched him drop, the other buck came out of the tree line. Body size was about the same but this guy was a 6x6 with a narrower but much higher rack.
The second buck made a B line straight to my downed buck and proceeded to give him a proper ass kicking. Right away, I pulled out my cell to give my brother a call and tell him to get his ass over here ASAP. As I pulled out my cell, I got a text from my brother: "was that you?", right away I hit call and tell him to drop everything but his rifle and get over here QUICK! My brother did just that and rushed to where I was in the deep snow, being between him and the buck, there was no way he would shoot until he got to me.
The other buck was busy kicking my buck's ass and that gave the opportunity for my brother to finally get to me just as the other buck was walking off. At this point he was gassed and couldn't take that 200 yards shot. The other buck got into another tree line and we took this opportunity to try and cut him off. At this point my brother was wheezing so I kept reminding him to slow down and take it easy otherwise the same thing would happen; he wouldn't be able to take a shot. The other buck disappeared so we went back to my buck. He got a shot at a smaller 4x4 and didn't shoot as he had nothing but that big 6x6 on his mind (I don't blame him).
We took quick pictures of my deer, tagged it, dragged it to the tree line and I went to drop off my brother at a different spot with the hopes of catching that big 6x6 or another good buck. After showing him a good spot, I went back to work on my deer. While I was elbow deep in my deer, I spotted lots of deer including one nice buck. I walked back to my truck and on my way back to my deer, I spotted that big 6x6 which had went the complete opposite way and was now onto posted land. It was too late to make a move on him so my brother and I left a little early as my FIL would be waiting for us to pick him up at last light about 20 min away.
I have to say that day with my brother was probably in the top 3 best whitetail deer hunting days I've had. We saw or passed tons of bucks and the rut was in full swing. Most does had a buck in tail and the chase was on! My FIL had the same action and passed several mid-range bucks.