One day I was walking in a HUGE field out in Texas dressed all in black with my Matthews- and sure as heck I thought I was in too deep with the moonshine but what do I see- but a 180lb buck strolling right up to me. I took a step back-set my sights- and put a laser to him. I have never seen something go down so fast. The problem was that I was by myself with my poodleout there and only had a small swiss army knife. So I cut off the head so I could mount that bad boy and had to come back for the rest. Later that night when I returned the body looked like it had been attacked by a cat of some sort! No worries, I cleaned it up real nice and ended up with enough meat for the season. Never know when they'll sneak up on you- the question I wonder is -who was hunting that day. Me or that huge buck!!!!!!