I used to hunt on our family's old homestead near Washingtonville, Ohio. I got into a thicket out on the end of a long point one time and got all turned around. Right out on the end of the point, it dropped off into three finger hollows. I'm standing there looking around, trying to figure where the heck I was, and I realize I'm in an old orchard. The apple trees were all busted up, but still making some fruit. I found a line of scrapes running out on the edge of one of the hollows. These were BIG scrapes-and deep. A flash of white caught my attention. Sure enough, a big buck went busting out of there. I chased that guy all fall, through gun season, ML season, right up to the end of archery season. Saw him several times. No idea how big the rack was, but I'd guess at least a 10 or 12 pointer. I never did get a shot at him.
