“Nobody will believe this story”, I thought to myself as I trudged back to my truck in the darkness. It had been a long day of deer hunting covering many miles. I carried with me a large ten point deer rack. It was from a deer I had hunted all day, but didn’t kill.

I live in  the middle of the Hiawatha National forest in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. I had heard old stories of hunters taking the track of a buck and staying with it for hours on end and eventually getting a shot at the deer. As the day wears on the buck becomes less cautious and probably more annoyed by the pesky person that keeps following him. Eventually the buck becomes careless. Maybe doesn’t jump up and run soon enough. Eventually the hunter may get his chance. Of course this would only work in the big woods where you…