Before the evening sit I decided to walk some woods on state land. I came across a very fresh scrape and then another and so on so forth. Wind in my face I pressed on. All of the sudden I heard a deer blow at me and thought my hunt was spoiled. I pressed on about another 100 yards to a gas line right of way. I looked right and seen a tail bounding away and antlers. I pulled up and he stopped and turned to look at me. The trusty 30.06 put him in his tracks and ended my eight year buck drought.