Negative. The largest racked buck I had was at ground zero... straight down at the base of my tree. My mistake on that moring hunt, looking the wrong while grunting a smaller buck into bow range. Figured the steps coming closer from my six would be just a doe... I was badly mistaken.

He walked away, straight away... a magnificent buck. Ranged him from 0 to 53 yards as he slipped over the ridge. A typical 12 pointer with all the bells and whistles. Super wide, heavy mass and ultra tall points. Simply beautiful. Letting an arrow go would have been just too risky... I never drew my bow and never saw him again.