Not two minutes later, I saw gray formsustling through the trees and headed for the field. Fortunately, the wind was now cooperating, but unfortunately, the bucks had chosen a trail that was 70 yards away. Minutes after the deer hit the field, I saw my guide begin walking into the field from a quarter mile away. At least one of the big bucks had to be in this group, I thought. I hoped that his antlers were big and brown. As the guide drew closer, he circled slightly into the cover and began to whistle softly as he approached. I expected to see gray streaks at any moment, but instead the soft push worked like a charm. The bucks came my way at a swift walk, the brown-horned buck in the lead.