On a wet and rainy morning last year, all my friends (including Steve) were in bed. I said screw it, whats a lil rain, and went out. I got up into my tree, and took a look down to my bait which is about 80 yards away, and there stood one deer by itself. I got in the stand right at legal shooting time, so it was still pretty dark to see a deer at 80 yards in the rain. Looked pretty big, but I just couldn't find any horns on em. I looked and looked, cleaned the scope multiple times, but I just couldn't make it out.
It started to get a lil lighter, and I had the feeling he was a buck, but I still couldn't make out any horns. All of a sudden he leaves the pile and starts to walk towards me. I have some really thick cover between me and the pile, so I can't see shit right now, just praying he takes the right steps to make it to where it begins to clear around the base of my stand.
All of a sudden he pops outta some brush on a light run to my right. I quickly noticed the nice set of horns. Luckily this part of the woods is much more clear, just a bunch of trees. I quickly found him in the scope while using the rest of my vision outside the scope to pick an area between two trees. As he entered an opening I quick took a shot and made sure I followed through. I made a nice clean kill on him, didn't go far.