Short of an emergency, there was only one reason for my wife to call home on the day she'd gone to town to get prints of whatever my trail camera had photographed. I tensed when the telephone rang.

"There are a bunch of does, fawns and one big buck," she reported. "It's really wide and has a lot of points."

Not sure whether or not to believe her, I had to wait almost an hour and a half for her to get home so I could see for myself. When she finally arrived, I tore into the envelope. Sure enough, she was right. The rack was big, wide and had lots of points, just like she'd said.

My brother, Travis, and I hung a stand in a travel corridor between a bedding area and a milo field. I also scouted several other pieces of my ground in hopes of stumbling across another big whitetail or mule deer.

When the season opened Sept. 15, I awoke at 3:30 a.m. to thunder, lightning and rain. By 5:30, it had quit raining and I was dressed and ready for action. On my way to the corridor stand, I triggered my trail camera. After the flash, I froze and waited for about 15 minutes.

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