With the season a few days away, I had to play it cool. After a quick check of the mast crop, thickets and doe trails, I hung a tree stand overlooking an oak hollow above a beaver swamp. After hunting the stand on and off for a month, I observed 38 does and 9 bucks. One of those bucks was a monster. Hot after a doe one morning, he rumbled off a ridge and into the swamp, way out of muzzleloader range. All I could do was sit and gawk at his 10-point rack, which had beams as thick as ax handles.