Tomorrow is our last day too. Len and I went this morning. I saw NOTHING... he saw one. He called me on the radio and said he just shot one. About an hour later I gathered my stuff to go help him drag. He said he could handle it alone. Seems this little twig popped right out in front of his arrow deflecting it downward. He returned to the truck with a tuft of hair off the bottom of the deers chest and a foot long piece of just under a quarter inch in diameter twig. The Muzzy did a real neat slice job. Cut it off just like pruning sheers. I don't know if he's going to mount it or what... but he carried it home.[:-] YUP... the world is coming to an end.... LEN MISSED. Dang, that's is indeed a rare deal. When it hit the limb it made a noise just like he hit deer. He watched him run thinking he'll go down now... now >.... NOW....NOW.....NOT!!! I was real nice and didn't razz him at all. It's kind of hard to razz someone who's whacked 18 or 19 deer with the bow this year. We're going to try plan "U" or "V" or are we up to plan "Z". I forget.