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He hit my rubbing posts and the mock scrapes twice yesterday,” said my Nebraska buddy and mega-whitetail mind Terron Bauer. “He came through on the north side of the river about an hour after sunup and then, at some point, crossed the river and came through the south-side funnel about 2 p.m. That makes two days in a row he’s done the same thing. I need to kill him before he finds a hot doe and locks her down.”
When I hung up the phone, I was shaking. I was happy for my friend, of course, and felt confident he’d get the job done. What gave me the jitters were the photos of the deer from Terron’s cellular trail cameras, which I scrolled through on my iPhone while my buddy gave me the 411. This was a quality buck, and viewing right-now pictures of him was amazing.
When Terron had set his cell-cam duo that summer,
