After four days of chasing for the dream buck and seeing this buck on several occasions, I knew it was time to get serious or use my tag to patch a rip in my pants with its sticky surface. Of course a mature buck like this is no pushover. I had his home territory figured out, but he didn't routinely live there. Even so, I waited it out and peeked in his haunt using high river bluffs as observation posts. Late one afternoon I finally found him in a sweet spot…or so I thought.