The Whitetail Rut is a lot of fun. And last Wednesday was no exception. It was about 20 minutes until dark. I felt like I was in a good spot, but hadn’t seen a thing. Until off to my right I spotted a doe slowly moving down the trail. She wasn’t in a hurry. She was just meandering along. Normally, that would have been cool, but not overly exciting. At this point in my hunting journey, my freezer is still somewhat full, so does are not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for a fairly mature buck.