Surf62 hope all turns out well for your dad. I'm sure your grandmother had a good run. I can't even imagine 97. I'm sure she'll be well remembered by all in your family. My condolences on your family's loss and my prayers go out to all of you. W MA H the velvet buck was a textbook hunt. I was set up on a north to south tree line that bordered on the east side of an alphalfa field. The cool thing about this hunting spot is that it is only 10 minutes north of Winnipeg so it is nice, fast and easy to get to. The wind was from the west and he entered the field from the south east corner about 200 yards from my stand. He just worked his way down the treeline until he was basicly right under me. As he passed by he started to quarter away but suddenly stopped and came to alert. I thought he was going to bolt so I raised my bow and tried to put the pins on him but he was so close they were basicly useless. My draw is at 70 lbs. and my stand is up 14 feet and with him being so close the angle was less than perfect. I let one fly and when it hit him there was just a huge "swack". The arrow hit him just in front of the hip and angled to the bottem of the lungs. He circled back and crashed into the trees. I let him be for about and hour and a half but by that time it was just black out. I tracked him for about 30-40 yards into the bush but it was real thick so I decided to come back for him the next morning. The next morning I found him approx. 30 yards from where I left off the night before. It's nice whena hunt works out just right.