Several years ago I made a little 1 1/2 mile hike into the deer woods. When made it to my destination I stopped by a pine to put my lucky hunting suit on. I didn't want to cook up a sweat on the walk in with the suit already on. I stood my .270 against the pine tree that was soon to be my back rest overlooking a very long pipeline right of way that was splitting two heavy wood lots. I was standing one leg trying to force my boot through the second pants leg with one hand on the tree. Something told me to look up and low and behold about 40 yrds a 150 class ten point is walking very fast across the pipeline. Me standing on one leg, with the other stuck in my hunting suit made it rather hard to grab my rifle and try to make a shot. I made some nasty sounds trying to get him to stop, but with his head down I knew his mind was on something else. That was the first clean typical ten point I had ever seen. At the time it was one of my goals to kill a ten point. I never saw that deer again. This may seem kind of unlucky, but the next year I killed three mature bucks and they were all ten point symmetrical, typical ten points. Now that's some luck.
Sometimes you just have to hold back. The odds are stacked against me and him. Then you see him in mid Febuary with full head gear and the glory hits you. Next season will be wanted even more.