The morning of November 7 was cool and dead calm. At 6:45, two small bucks passed me to the south from the CRP field heading toward the pine bedding area. Half an hour later, I caught a glimpse of a doe running full-tilt about 100 yards to my right, heading due east. Usually during the rut, does are on a catch-me-if-you-can trot, not an I’m--training-for-the-100-meter-dash sprint. By the time I got up, she was almost past my ladder stand. Thirty yards behind her—running just as fast—was the buck. Even the dozens of trail camera photos I had of him could not do his rack justice. When I grabbed my bow off the hanger, I saw why they were running—a snow-white coyote was hot on the heels of the largest buck in the county. The doe took a hard right, losing the coyote, and headed due south and about 40 yards behind me.