Toughest for me were the bucks in the mountains of western VA (GW National forest) in years when there was a bumper crop of acorns.
They'd feed at night and lay up in the laurel thickets during the day, you couldn't go in after em, or at least sneak up on em. But if you were walking down the trail in the dark either before or after shooting hours, you'd be jumping deer right and left.
