The plan went off without a hitch. Turbyfill found a perfect pin oak on the edge of the field that would hide a hunter but also offer clear shooting lanes, and I got settled in during the middle of the afternoon without bumping any deer. Right before last light, I spotted two good bucks and four does making their way to the middle of the field. They were just far enough west that they couldn't smell me. With shooting light fading fast, I watched the deer come around a corner, found the first buck in my scope, and squeezed the trigger (more on this part in a post next week). After climbing down, I found the buck—my biggest ever—about 75 yards away laying dead between the corn rows.