Well, it was a long season, but I finally filled my tag yesterday with a good buck. Helluva story, too. Wednesday was the first day we'd had snow in our area all fall, and around 1 p.m. I was following this buck's track, when he jumped out of his bed and came running down a logging road toward me. (We couldn't see each other because there was a thick spruce tree between us.) When we spotted each other at 15 yards, he spun and started heading back uphill, and I got one shot into him as he disappeared behind the spruce.