Friday morning was my last day to get a buck for the fall bow. I get in before light and am pessimistic about my chances. Haven,t seen a buck in this spot all year..although I bagged a 130# doe in Sept. I have a cold and couldn't hold in a cough and just let loose.I said for sure I'm done. Well at 805 I hear movement and there is a 4pter sniffing the cedars and moving..I wait to draw untill he is close to the shooting lane..do a mouth grunt which sounds like a sheep and he freezes ..I aim and bingo..I wait ..track ..hear noise of deer running ..stop look and hes stuck in a vine on a tree...he flpos,falls and rests while looking at me about 60 yds..So here I am in the middle of crispy Oak leafs wondering what to do..get close enough to finish him or back out..I back away but he jumps and runs.. I was worried but decided to collect my gear get my brother and come back in a hour.. We start tracking at last spot ..myn brother goes to left I striaght ..he yells anything I say blood is here and a voice from ahead yells its over hear. I go to spot and there is a guy with a cop. The guy starts yelling about hunting etc...I say all the right things and the cop tells the guy thats enough and I go on my way with a at the buzzer BUCK!! What a rush PS 150# dressed