We were aware of this buck for about 3 weeks. He had been working one of our mock scrapes (She Heat). About a week and a half ago I had an 8 pointer come into the scrape and a few minutes later a bigger 9 pointer came in with ears laid back shuffling side ways in an effort to intimidate the smaller buck, I had no intentions of shooting either buck, and possibly blow my chances with the 12 pointer. The smaller buck yielded but didn’t want to leave, both deer stood in the bushes about 15 yards from the scrape. All of a sudden both bucks came to full attention, I followed their gaze, it was the big buck and he was coming right toward me with little caution. I felt so confidant that I would get a shot that I took a picture of him. The big buck winded the other two bucks and immediately gave chase. There went my buck, it was only 3:15 PM. Greg and his daughter Alyssa came down to the camp a few days later after getting my report for Alyssa’s hunt.. Greg and Alyssa would hunt the scrape stand, I decided to hunt a different stand on the edge of one of our food plots planted with Imperial Whitetail clover because there was a lot of doe activity here. As fate would have it I didn’t have long to wait, I spotted several does feeding toward me and a few minutes later I spotted the big buck following the does at a distance. The does angled perfectly in front of me at 30 yards, the big buck took the same angle. I ranged him at 37 yards then drew my bow,  aimed, and let loose. I clearly saw the arrow slice through him and could see heavy bleeding as he ran. Ironically the buck had staged 80 yards in front of Greg and Alyssa’s stand for at least 25 minutes before he decided to follow the does into the clover field. Greg and Alyssa witnessed the whole scene. Once word got out via radio it turned into a family affair, Greg and Alyssa came over to help track, then my brother Allie and his granddaughter Caitlyn came over and we all went tracking. Had I not seen the hit I would have felt very uncomfortable with the sparse drops of blood that  we were finding. Experience told me this this buck was running all out until he died some 200 yards from the point of  impact, thus the reason for the small blood drops. As I followed the blood drops everyone else was scanning the woods ahead for a body, and that’s exactly what happened when Greg said there he is just before Caitlyn did. Everybody in our family who was there that day played some type of roll during this hunt and recovery of such a beautiful animal, making lasting memories for all of us.