Unfortunately, a severe thunderstorm blew in before I was able to recover my first deer of the season. We reviewed the video footage back at camp and knew the shot was good, but I still was unable to sleep a wink that night. By the next morning, the blood trail had practically disappeared after the strong rain. However, the buck was last seen running toward a creek that cut through the heart of the thicket. It looked like the Amazon Jungle, which made tracking the deer extremely tough. Finally, after combing through the thick entanglement of briars, downed tree limbs, and weeds we were able to reach the creek. Within a few yards, we spotted the buck's tines sticking just above an old brush pile in the creek bed. It was a great feeling to strike first blood and get my hands around the rack of a good early-season buck. However, this hunt only fueled my addiction and has made going to work this week even harder.