Montana's general hunting season was quickly coming to a close and I had yet to fill my deer tag. The bigger buck I’d been after continued to stay just out of range. With the clock ticking I passed on some good bucks, however, it was beginning to feel like crunch time.
"The earth lies somewhere beneath all that autumn snow, and you have two choices:"
"Even though it was the last weekend of the season, they fully committed to our spread... They weren't as obsessed with feeding, but rather in establishing mates before heading North again." - Sitka Ambassador Justin Kasmeyer