I just chuckle when I read chit like this from him, Jay Gregory, and the rest of those midwest cowboys with tens of thousands of unmolested acres full of the dumbest whitetails on the damn planet. "I didn't hunt this one particular farm for 3 straight years because the wind was never absolutely perfect." Actually heard Jay Gregory say that once. I bet some local redneck killed a damn stud or 3 on that place every year while goofy arse was off elsewhere. Bill Winke will get on a huge buck out there in Iowa, hunt and see him an hour before dark every single day from the same Redneck blind, and shoot the sumbitch through his backstrap about once a week until he finally gets one in the boiler room.