I had a good feeling, but the next morning, we couldn’t even get into the field because of the number of deer still out feeding. Shortly after lunch, we were set up again, with perfect wind and high hopes. About an hour before dark, we saw does about 800 yards away, in the adjacent field, beyond a tree line. It didn’t take long for a massive buck to appear. Jordon figured the buck in the 175- to 180-class range, which didn’t mean much to me, all I knew was he was a shooter. We couldn’t hunt that field, so all we had was the hope that his does would come over and he would follow. As if it was meant to be, the does started coming our direction. The does as well as a couple smaller bucks came over. Now we just needed the big buck to cross over. We spent the last few minutes of light, again, surrounded by deer, waiting for the big one that never came. A young 8 point stood just 100 yards to our left, bullying 2 smaller bucks. With 1 minute of shooting left, I asked “Should I just shoot that one?” to which Jordan replied “No, he’s too little.” He was right.