Well I had saw this buck all bow season at around 60 yards so I figured well I better wait on him I’ll get the chance then The first Tuesday of gun season I put a shot on him at 150 and we tracked and couldn’t find him. I went back out figuring maybe he’d come back out and that Friday morning he walked out in front of me at 200 yards and I put one in his chest and he ran 200 yards laid and died and it’s a special thing and an intense thing to do when you sit in a mud pile under a tree in a fence line makes everything so much more intense.