I finally got back my deer mount from a gun kill in Buffalo County, WI. My buddy in Arkansas, WI (Kirk Peterson from Peterson Taxidermy) did the mount. This is not my biggest buck to date but probably my proudest.
I first captured this buck on film and I was determined to shoot nothing smaller than him. I spent hours and hours trying to figure out his travel patterns. This was no easy chore since this was my first time hunting this parcel of land and I signed the lease with the farmer on August 15th.
Never once did I go into what I thought was his core bedding area. Many times I was tempted, but knew that he would stick around as long as he felt safe.
The bow season quickly approached mid November and I never saw him. I was dejected to say the least because I knew that he probably roamed other adjacent farms and that there would be many more firearm hunters in the woods.
The firearm season kicked off and I decided that I was going to hunt 7 out of 9 possible days. I was hunting by myself and for the most part, sat on each stand from daylight to sunset.
I saw a couple of decent 2 1/2 year olds but passed. Finally on Friday of the last weekend right before dark, I saw a decent buck circling a doe on top of the ridge. Was it him? I had a couple of decent shots but couldn’t tell how big the buck was. Finally I got a decent look at the buck’s rack and it was him!!! 
However, he never gave me a decent shot again and followed the doe over the other side of the ridge. 
I was ecstatic that he was still alive, but upset with myself that I didn’t pull the trigger.
I didn’t sleep much that night. I decided that I would move one of my portable stands one more time and get up that ridge right on the edge of his core bedding area. I knew that this move might blow it, but I only had 2 days left.
Saturday came and went and I did not see him.
Sunday morning I was walking to my stand in the dark feeling a little sad thinking that this was the last day and I probably was not ever going to see him again.
As I walked up the ridge, I kicked a big deer up in the dark. It was still too dark to see what it was. The deer was down in the ravine and ran up towards the ridge right by my stand. Was it him???
As I crawled in my stand, I replayed in my head all of the things that I did to get this buck. I focused on what I would of done different. Then I just decided to stop saying all of the “what ifs” and enjoy my last day on the stand.
It was about 8am now and I had not seen another deer. When all of a sudden I heard a deer running towards me and it was coming around the point. It seemed like it took forever to for that deer to become visible. Finally I saw it and it was a stupid fork horn! 
I was dejectd once again but quickly thought why was he running?
Then I realized why. Another deer was chasing him about 30 yards behind. The second deer became quickly visible and I knew right away it was a him!!! 
The forkhorn ran right by me within 20 yards and he was taking the same route. I grunted and he stopped broadside offering me an easy 20 yard killing shot.
The hunt was finally over and it ended just like all of the stories that I read. All of the scouting and planning was worth it.
As I held his rack in my hands, I thanked the higher being above for the opportunity to hunt these magnificent creatures and promised myself that I would never take it for granted.
Thanks for letting us know how it all happenend. 
and a great story thanks for sharing.