My boyfriend and I were sitting in the shack for most of the day. We saw some small does and a 4 point, but nothing really exciting. After a midday break, we went back out. It was around 5pm when I looked up from my phone to see a deer standing 70 yards away. I glance at it in the binos and say “it’s a small 8, can I shoot it?” He said “yes go ahead!” He opens the window for me, I put my sight on the deer and take the shot. The buck came running up hill towards us after mule kicking. That’s when we both realized he was in fact not a small 8. I had accidentally just taken his brothers target buck for the year! I felt terrible about that, but I can’t be too mad. He’s a beautiful buck and the biggest I’ve ever taken! Needless to say, I’ll probably hear about this at every family gathering for the rest of my life!