I set my sights on the bigger, more typical buck....obviously. An encounter with the drop tine buck would normally be a no brainer but knowing about the other buck (who I nicknamed the Beast) made him an in the moment decision. I ended up having two encounters with the Beast while in the stand but could never get a shot. I never saw the drop tine buck on the hoof that season. I ended up passing a lot of bucks and eventually eating my tag...which wasn't hard to do. I hung up by bow and my treestands and started dreaming about what 2013 might bring!