Remorse? Me? I had to think about that one.....but no. I have no remorse. I've had some things happen (shot a deer in each of the last two seasons that bawled when they were hit) that shook me a little (OK...quitea bit)....but remorse when I make a good, cleankill? No.

I suppose you could say I took pleasure in the act of the culmination of the successful hunt, but not any more than on some hunts where I didn't kill something. Speaking of the bull.....that's a good story to discuss this.

I saw him last year for the first time on Friday 11/2. He walked by in the darkness and stood not 5 yds from my tree I was in. The moon was bright and I grinned ear to ear as I looked at him through my binos. That was a GREAT hunt. I saw him again, Saturday morning 11/3....and I "almost" had him, then (9 yds, quartering to.....but no shot opportunity). GREAT hunt!

When I killed him on Tuesday 11/6......I wasn't sure what I'd done. I hoped it was "him"....but I didn't get ahead of myself. When I realized it was him.....yeah....I felt something.....remorse.....but just a twinge. We had a relationship, he and I. It was bittersweet. He wasn't "out there" anymore. Pride and accomplishment ....yes! Pleasure in the fact that he was dead, and I killed him? Pleasur ein killing him?

We're splitting hairs.

What I'm calling pride in accomplishment.....you're calling taking pleasure in killing your intended target.

Alike? Surely.

God Bless, PT....and take care this week. Live vicariously through all these killers. Your time is coming!