I hunt a big military base. I have done a lot scouting over the years, but most of it has centered around rut hunting. Find a good spot, don't hunt it til the rut. Get as many of those spots as possible, and repeat. Sounds decent until the military closes down 80% of the base, and all your good areas shut down for days and weeks on end. So I ended up scouting a 1,500 acre spots over like 4 to 5 days this past off season. I knew it was open a lot and I could hunt it consistently. I found some awesome buck sign in there and looked at some spots that offered the greatest diversity for a buck and was a good distance from the road. What I got was a long, narrow, ridge that was flanked with great cover. So on October 4th I went in there to hang a trail cam and to scout for white oaks. It was real hot but I needed to get a cam in there to scout for me during the rut. Basically I wanted it to provide intel for next year, as to whether the bucks traveled that particular corridor. I was just looking to maybe hunt it once or twice during the rut and then check the cam after November. So I go in and scout in early October and start picking up sign, big buck sign. Whatever this thing was, was big and active. And to further it, there was evidence of tremendous feed sign from white oaks right around some thick bedding type cover. I hung the cam and left. I was all set to hunt another military base last Saturday, but the base got pummeled by a recent storm and shut down. I asked the wife if I could stay up north in VA to hunt Sat morning and she said no problem. I looked at the wind and temps and they were perfect for that set-up. I thought of several other areas on base that fit the bill, but I kept coming back to the buck sign...the feed sign...it was soaking wet...the winds were perfect...the temps had dropped almost 30 degrees in three days. If the area was open I was going to hunt it. Sure enough it was and I got a pass. I put my face into the wind and walked through some nasty stuff to get to it. I could have used another trail that was much easier, but the wind would have killed my hunt and potentially would have allowed a deer crossing that ridge to cut my boot tracks. You know the rest of the story after he came in and gave me a shot. After it all boils down to it, I got lucky. The buck was looking to eat his last meal of the morning before bedding and had been freshening up some of his scrapes right after the long rain that had occurred all the way into that early morning. Right place right time.