I first glassed this buck in late August, and captured him on film in early September. He was moving in a large group of bachelor bucks. 6 to 8 strong. Based upon hunting that location for several years I altered my stand location to the middle of the woods 20 yards back from the tree line to accommodate the patterns or movement of the larger bucks from years past. For years I watched the Œshooter‚ bucks work the middle of the woods, skirting the corners and staying to heart of the oak ridgelines. In the scrub field I clear-cut a 1/8 acre boomerang shaped patch to plant Bio-logic. I also cleaned up some of the service roads in the woods near my tree stand and planted Bio-Logic as well. In late September I positioned mock scrapes and a series of drip bags near my shooting lanes. I hunted a few times in late Sept with little success of any movement other than a grouping of does. There was a cold front and rain that moved through on October 1st and on Oct 2nd I freshen up the mock scrapes and drip bags with new scent. Oct. 3, I entered the woods around 3:30pm and saw some movement from does around 5:30pm. As I played with grunt and bleat calls I video taped the reactions of does. I watched the does move from scrap to drip bag ˆright down the scrap line. I had mixed different scents to imitate different deer. As it started to become dark I noticed several small bucks coming from the 1200 acres of timber westward through the scrub field under the power lines. Working my grunt call I pulled 3 bucks; a 4 pointer and two 8 pointers through the field and under my stand with in 30 to 40 yards. All of the bucks hit the food plot on the service roads in the woods. It was nice to see that it worked and worked perfectly. It pulled them directly infront of me. With the bucks in close proximity I just video taped their movements. With in minutes my attention was drawn back to the tree line across the field were a 130+ buck had began to enter the field. In the tree line I could see my buck. Without grunting both bucks felt comfortable enough to travel the same line the bucks before them had traveled. With 3 of the smaller bucks to my left moving further into the woods the larger two bucks entered my tree line and began to head toward the food plot in the woods. Wit in minutes I had ripped a shot through the big bucks rib cage down into his breast bone. Quartering away he snapped the carbon air off on a series of trees and dashed into the heart of the woods. Confident I made a good shot as I started heading out of the woods to get help in harvesting the animal and as I moved out I kicked up several deer 150 yards from me exiting the stand. That being said, I decided to let him bed down for the night and track him in the morning. With all successful hunts in my hunting party we discussed tactics and stories over cocktails and cigars. Sometime between 8 and 9 pm one of the fellows came back into the house and said he was hearing coyotes calling. I live across the valley from the woods I hunt and know there are several packs of coyotes in the area. With concerns of the coyotes moving the buck and us not even looking for a blood trail we took turns that night in the lower alfalfa field below the woods. We sat and listened for the coyotes or the movement of them pushing the buck. After a long night and several coyote spottings we where unsure of the senario. We entered the woods at 7:00am and with only one sign of blood 50 yards from my stand being discovered, we started there. We scoured the whole 20 acre woods, its parameters and the parameters of the adjacent fields, but no luck. NO BLOOD. We were stumped. I was positive it was a kill shot, but with no blood, this through all of us for a loop. We thought out every possible scenario and even back tracked into the 1200 acres where he had his safe haven. Big bucks tend to back track to a safety zone. NOTHING. As a last ditch effort we regrouped at the blood sign and made one final push straight into the woods heading the exact direction the buck was last seen going. Going 200 yards through the woods we ended up 10 yards from the lower alfalfa field and we discovered him under some a fallen log. No blood around him not even from his mouth. Field dressing him was another story. His cavity was filled with blood. All his organs with swollen with blood. The lungs had been punctured and I even found the rest of my arrow floating in his chest cavity. Weirdest thing I had ever seen. We are guessing he will score 150 to 155, maybe more.