Once shot a buck that I had to jump over at the base of my tree when I climbed down. He followed the doe in heat on my boots. Shot him straight down between the front shoulders. Never twitched and he dropped straight down. From my perspective in the tree it looked like he was still standing. Of course I was 50 feet up the tree.


Dying ain't much of a living boy...Josey Wales

Molon Labe