At approximatly 4:30 this afternoon i grunted in a nice 140" 10 pnt. He gave me a perfect broadside 25yd chip shot. I drew back nestled my pin behind his shoulder and released! This is when things got Wild in some matrix move the buck squated causing my arrow to knock the hair off his back. As i sat there dazed and confused at the magical trick i had just witnessed and gazing at the ball of hair flying in the breeze i reached for and nocked another arrow the buck just walked off as if nothing ever happened and thats when i broke into a profanity fit worse than an stuttering man with terrets(sp?) syndrom. ohh what a day my first shooter ive seen and he had to be a taleted limbo stickplayer. ohh well thats the way it goes.