in the fuggin antlers. I'm terrible. Right at 5:30 I could hear one back in the thicket walking around. Tipped the can and gave a couple soft grunts and out he came. Just like I always envision. Broadside in the open. Really nice 8 point. He caught me in mid draw and spun away. I stopped him at what I thought was 40 yards. He totally ducked at the shot and it smacked off his rack. He was at around 32 yards. Really irresponsible of me to take that shot. Really glad I didn't wound him. I got caught up in the moment and just panicked. Ugh:smiley_depressive: