Man this puts a smile on my face and a tear in my I. In 1988 I had just started a new job and one of my future best friends offered to let me hunt his farm. First day there I was wearing old Air Force jungle camo and grunted a spike in at first light and drove a Thunderhead 125 on a Easton XX75 out of my Clearwater Power Mag (or as I call it now Powerless Mag) through the deer jaw and down through it neck. Not pretty but he only ran 50 yards. I drug him to my buddies house and hung him up and went back up and grunted a 10 point into ten yards and double lunged him and he's on my wall today Sad to say that my buddy died of cancer almost two years ago but everytime that I looke at that deer head on my wall I think of that day.