Thanks for the nice comments fellas, I've passed them along to Mason. We just had a celebratory meal of grilled venison steaks. Man, that's good stuff!
I hunted this evening at the fencerow. About 420, I noticed a deer about a mile and a half across the frozen tundra of Fayette Co. I put my glasses on it, and saw that there were actually four. Three antlerless, and one well-antlered! Through my binoculars I could see the deer, and about another mile or so beyond them I could see a truck parked. That guy must know there are some good ones around too because he is parked out there almost every time I am! It was a good demonstration of two things. First, when a buck gets interested in a doe, there isn't a heck of a lot of movement happening after he has her attention! Second, there are places all over this ag country that deer will go to avoid pressure that are impossible for any hunter to access without them knowing it! These deer did not move more than 100 yards the entire time I watched them, and I watched them untill dark. They were bedded the majority of the time. They are a LONG way from anything that resembles a tree, and they are perfectly happy in that environment. I snapped a picture through my binoculars via my phone. I could see them much more clearly than the picture shows, so trust me that the little black dot on the left is one heck of a big buck!
About prime time a doe and a couple young ones came out and started working their way toward me. I haven't given much thought to killing an antlerless deer up there untill tonight. I started rationalizing that my knives are gonna get dirty tomorrow anyway, and I have two antlerless tags that will be useless in a week. Well, I didn't need to make up my mind about it because the idiot that gun hunts the "in between" 75 acres decided to again drive his dang truck back for a look around. All three deer snapped their heads up, looked at his truck and took off. Some people are just amazing. This one is the county coroner, you'd think he'd be bright enough not to do these sort of things. That ended my evening in the stand.
On the way home I had to stop my truck to avoid hitting a dandy buck that had the dumb buck in heat syndrom. He was probably 130-140, real nice one, and came out of Mason's best friend's yard...that poor kid has hunted all weekend behind his house without seeing a deer! Shoulda waited in the front yard I guess.