Saturday, Oct. 20, 2007, opening day for the controlled hunt i was drawn for here in Western Oregon, dawned cold, cloudy and Wet. The Weatherman was wrong again. The rains that had been plaquing us all week were still here. As i stepped onto the trail i intended to follow to the spot i had picked out to sit and watch the well used deer trail a big drop of rain worked its way under my collar and down my back bringing a shiver to my spine. Finding a spot to sit back under a nice thickly leaved tree that would block some of the rain, and help to keep my powder dry,i settled in to wait. As i sat there watching, my eyes began to get heavy, and i think i may have drifted off for a bit. My eyes snapped open to the sound of a branch snapping. I looked around and there on the trail were a doe a fawn. I had a controlled hunt doe tag, but wasn't going to shoot one with a fawn in tow. Then i heard another sound and looking a little further down the trail saw a Huge 6pt buck, The Monarch of the Woods.(That would be 14 pts for you easterners that count every little nub sticking out. :grin As i watched the buck must have sensed my presence and as he looked in my direction our eyes locked for a second, before recognition set in and he bolted down the trail towards the doe and fawn. As he sped past them he opened his mouth and yelled "Run Bambi, run son. The hunters are in the woods". At that moment i was awakened from my dream by the sound of the alarm clock sounding on the stand next to my bed. Awakening i heard the sound of rain on the roof and promptly went back to sleep.