A few years back my brother and I went bowhunting one evening. On our way there he told me he had to get back to town by a certain time, since he had some type of engagement with his girlfriend(his wife now) and her parents. I wasn't to happy to hear I'd have to get out of my stand with 10 minutes of shooting light left...letta lone during the first week of November. Well,at 5:30, I let my bow down and then dropped my bow rope...not 10 seconds after my rope hit the ground, I heard a deep grunt...I looked up and here came the biggest typical whitetail I have ever seen while hunting. He was a heavy 6x6 w/a massive body....and he stopped broadside 10 yards from my tree and work over this sapling <img src=icon_smile_dissapprove.gif border=0 align=middle>...all I could do is stand there and watch. To say that I was po'd, would be the understatement of the century<img src=icon_smile_angry.gif border=0 align=middle>. I was mad at myself for being stupid enough to drop my bow rope AND my brother....he's gonna here it from me for the rest of his life! November 1,1996...5:30 pm...temp. 2 degrees...wind NW 5-10 mph...I think about that hunt every time I go on stand.


TB