A huge Alberta buck still makes me wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. It was a tough hunt, and on the last evening I was standing in a tree near an alfalfa field. A sudden hailstorm had sapped what little enthusiasm I had left. Though there was about an hour left in my hunt, I had resigned myself to the inevitable. I hung the bow, turned my back on the two trails and stared blankly at the ground, thinking about all the things I had to do when I got back home. Then--well, I'm sure you know the feeling. Without knowing why, I looked over my shoulder. I was shocked to see a giant buck walking in the direction of my stand. Nineteen yards away, he was already in my shooting lane and still moving.