One of them?......Nothing. He's at my taxi, now.

The other one?.....ME. First year I let him waltz in on me while I was sitting down. Never got my bow off the hook before he was out of range. Last year....9/12....I got excited and clipped him. I didnt see him again until the day after Thanksgiving.He was 2-3 yds on me before Iknew it.....and I didn't risk a straight down shot. He walked directly away from me....never offering a shot. Last day of the season.....he walks by at 20 yds like he owned the place. I didn't have a tag for him or he'd be on the wall, too.