Well, I must admit I hung up a smaller nine-pointer tonite...... Definitely not the buck I was looking for, but he had a really boogered up hind leg. I couldn't let him walk knowing he probably wouldn't make it through the winter. HOWEVER, he will eat damn nicely! Still put a smile on my face knowing he was my buck. My dad helped me track him down right after dark. I bet we've went through that motion atleast 20 times in my 33 years. THAT'S PRETTY COOL STUFF. Gotta love the guy! Be safe, I'll be out with my bow in the A.M.