Here's one that's not exactly a turkey picture from the mid-1980s of me with a buck I finally managed to get after hunting him for months. He was on public land and many people had seen him at night. I saw him in velvet in July running with a couple other good bucks. I saw him on the opening day of bow season running with another 10 point. Both were in velvet and they passed about 55 yards away. I wasn't going to risk taking a bad shot. I saw him again later in September and again in October still too far to shoot. During the first week of the rifle season I heard that a big buck had been hit by a vehicle near where this guy was hanging out & figured it was him. We had a heavy rain come through during Thanksgiving, so I put on camo chest waders and a rain parka and started slipping through the overgrown fields where the deer liked to bed during bad weather on that same piece of land. I caught movement about 20 feet in front of me and had a doe stand up and shake the rain off. She didn't know what I was, but knew I hadn't been there when she bedded down. She didn't run, though she put some distance between us. As soon as she started moving a half-dozen other does stood up and eased off behind her. I kept waiting for a buck to show. When one didn't, I backed out to the road that ran the length of the peninsula and saw a set of buck tracks that had crossed behind where I went in. He had been in the thick off the edge of the field. I gave it 30 minutes and started following his tracks. He got back up behind that group of does and they all crossed at a small bend in the road not far from my opening day archery stand. Since It was public land I had taken the stand with me each time I hunted and took out the bottom four steps so i didn't have to do the entire process each time I hunted there. I cleared the trail to the stand tree and checked the bright eyes tacks I used to mark my trail. Since doe days was coming (it was only legal to shoot does with a firearm on 3 days in the first week of December in gun season at the time), I knew other hunters would probably be in there on foot and I could use them to push the deer out that escape route at the bend in the road.
I got a ride to that land because many people around the area knew my truck and I didn't want to tip my hand on where I was hunting by parking where others could easily see it. On the way in I cut on my flashlight at the edge of where the woods got thick to find my bright eyes trail tacks. As soon as I turned my light on, a flashlight shone back at another hunter from the base of my tree. He had followed my markers in and was in spot I intended to hunt %#@$*!!!. I backed out to the road and found a pine big enough to climb where I could watch the trail to the bend in the road. Since the guy who was standing at the base of my tree was on the ground, the deer were probably going to catch his scent and not get close to him. Sure enough three guys came walking down the road at dawn followed by another pair 20 minutes later. In the distance toward the end of the peninsula, I heard shouting but no shots. About 7:45 I saw this buck trailing a doe through the thicket. They were going to pass just in front of me on the way to the crossing at the bend. I shot the buck and dropped him where he stood and as fast as I could work the bolt, I shot the doe.
I hollered at the top of my lungs when I saw him. The other hunters started walking up and were amazed by how big he was. His rack had 11-2/8ths inches of deductions and still managed to score in the high 140s. Not giant as far a bucks go, but way above average for N.C., especially on public land. I am tickled to have gotten him after so many tries.