I found the buck I was looking for while scouting two months prior to the hunt. Then, on opening morning I had him in my crosshairs. Unfortunately, luck was not with me that morning, nor was good sense.
I was paranode thinking that another hunter would scare the buck before I could close the distance between he and I, so I opted to take a 400 yard shot, which I thought I could make. But, I couldn't and I'll be haunted by it for sometime. The buck vanished, never to be seen again. Only a little video, captured prior to taking the shot, is what I have to remember the huge buck by.

I kept at it though and took this heavy 28-inch buck on my second to last day in the backcountry. My dad, Bud, and stepbrother, Troy, had seen this buck on several occassions and after Dad took a 32-incher, I was invited to try and harvest this buck if possible.
I spotted him bedded at about a 100 yards and after 3 shots had him. He's a great buck.