so after this I was pretty excited. Then we got just a hair lower, back into the fog. I hated it. I so often watch bucks disappear into the fog. This day would be no exception. We were driving along and I was telling a story about a buck I had photographed two different day almost in the same spot. We got to that spot and she says, theres a buck Daddy. I stop and she turns and looks at me with HUGE saucer eyeballs. Its a huge one. I look down the hill and there is a small 4 point. I said you just saw a way bigger one than that. She says NO, Its behind the woodpile. (a slash pile) I said ok and asked her to stay in the truck while I try to slip out and get a pic. I get out and am unfolding the tripod and I look down the hill and there standing looking at me is a 35 inch monster. He turns and starts running away. I "waste" three seconds turning to Madison to tell her to get out and see him before he is gone. I turn back and he is about one leap from being gone. I raise my camera and click a pic without even knowing what was in the view finder...no time. Madison says that isn't him and she whispers he is behind the woodpile. You can imagine what I am thinking in my mind. I turn to the pile and take a couple steps and peer over the top. Of course the camera isn't tall enough. BONES EVERWHERE. Bucks exploded like a covey of quail. I stood there just like a stupified coyote not knowing what to do as a 30 incher, another massive tall rack, which was the one she was talking about, and a couple smaller ones disappear into the fog in every direction. I tried to capture a couple of them on film. It wasn't pretty and the pics I will post will be of typical documentation for you...NOT quality. The fog shots suck. If it wasn't for her spotting that buck, I am not sure what would have happened.