After the rutting activity moved into the woods Willard & I decided that we would do likewise. After hiking through a swamp and up a power line we intersected a gravel road. Walking cautiously along the road suddenly Willard hissed "there he is"! Standing to the side of the road was burly eleven point buck.
As we fired our cameras the buck kept watch over the woodland. Just when I began thinking about attempting to move closer he suddenly whirled and bounded away. As he disappeared over the rise I seen an even larger rack bounding away in front of him.
Moving in the direction that the bucks had ran we soon encountered this superb buck walking along with his head to the ground apparently following a doe's scent trail. As I brought the camera into play the buck alerted.
A moment later, like a buck in hunting country, he wheeled and ran.
A blurry image taken as he was disappearing into the forest is the only shot that shows his eight long well formed points. How I would have liked to have had a long photo session with this big fellow but on this day it was not meant to be.