That really bites! I had a guy take the second deer I ever shot with a bow in 1969. I was 13. My Dad and I followed the blod trail to a canal where the deer crossed, breaking the ice and died on the opposite bank. Some guy walks up and tags it! Mine was the only arrow in the deer! Everyone hunted with recurves back then, for the most part. My Dad yells to the guy saying he hopes he chokes on the venison. We watched as he dragged off my buck, a 6 pointer. I asked my Dad why someone would take someone elses deer. At 13, I couldn't comprehend how anyone could get any satisfaction from taking a deer that they didn't shoot. I'm 50 now and still don't get it![:@]