The one-antlered buck slid past me, and I let down the bowstring, confident I would see a bigger one before the week was up. My hunting partners had assured me there would be plenty of opportunities to fill my tag, and I believed them. Over the course of three hours I saw more deer than I'd ever seen in a single day of bowhunting. More than 50 deer passed by, including a dozen bucks. I drew the bow no less than four times, each time opting to let the target pass in hopes of a bigger one. Even more remarkable was that all of this activity took place between 1 and 4 p.m., and it wasn't even the rut.