I was starting to get worried that I wouldn't tag a buck this year. Not that I dwell on that, but way too many times things didn't even come close to working out to plan.
Just before dark, a doe brought this big boy to about 25 yards behind my stand. After twisting and contorting, I got an angle and made the shot. The blood trail was perfect for 60 yards and then stopped. Nothing . . . from last blood the buck rolled 50 yards down hill and got caught up on a fallen tree.
Harvested with a Parker Terminator and Muzzy MX-4's
There is no such thing as a stupid question, just stupid people asking questions.