Back in my early 20's I shot a really nice archery buck in a tree stand on my parents land. It wasnt the real big one I was chasing but a good one anyway. It was after gun season so I figured Id leave the big one for another year. Got everything cleaned up and headed home around 9pm. I got 100 yards on the gravel north of mom and dads and smacked the buck I had been chasing all season with my sweet 96 blazer.....
Hey, at least you got him..........