Ever have one, you wish you hadnt shot. So is the case of the one in this pic, Its late, im hurting and cant sleep, so being that time of year, where deer hunting is on the brain, i was laying here thinking about years in the past. As usually, as a general rule, when you kill a buck, you are proud and happy, Not the case on this one. There was a time, i would have walked 40 miles for a chance at a buck like this. But that would have been a long time ago. When i started hunting in 1966, deer were scarce, if you saw a track, you would tell everybody, you knew. And if you saw a rub, it was almost worthy, of taking a pic and sending it, to the news paper. But there was some big deer, CW killed Big Red, in 64 about 7 miles from the house here. Which by the way he is doing pretty good, i talk to him a couple times , a week, usually about what drs had said about us that week. But deer hunting usually comes in the conversation , somewhere. My dad killed a big 9 point, field dressed, 260, and Troy Harris, killed a buck im thinking in 66 went in B&C in the low 170's He has gone on, his house is less than a mile from me. He has gone on, but his wife still lives there, and the mount is there. But anyway, im proud for any deer, anyone kills, and is excited and happy about it. I have killed everything, from a spike, to a B & C and was happy to get them. But times have changed, the good old days of deer hunting, are right now, or at least here anyway they are. I let 15 bucks go last year, before shooting a old buck, like me going down hill, But back to this buck, we have a lot of little bucks, several like this one, that needed to live, and a very few big bucks. Where i hunt is a growed up field , with fairly tall grass, but you can see a deer in it, . Here sometimes, actually a lot of the time, if you see a buck, you may never see him again, so if you think , you want him, you better shoot. I saw a limb shaking, on the edge of the field, about 200 yards, which is as far as i can see, its the end of the field. Anyway looking thru binos he was going crazy, thrashing his rack, over a licking branch. I thought he might be a shooter, couldnt really tell, anyway he comes out in a fast trot, broad side going across the end of the field. So i had about 3 or 4 seconds to do whatever, well you can see what i done, he looked pretty good in a fast trot going across there. But when i got to him, i knew i had screwed up. He was a very young deer. If one ever needed to live it was him. But after all these years and all these deers, heart was still pumping and excited as heck, when he came trotting out there. I swear i only think he was 2 1/2. A lot of people say from the rack, he was 3, but i dont think so. Just had good blood in him. But this is one if i could have breathed life back in i would have. Even tho i got the excitment, and the rush for a moment, which is what its all about for the most part. Still know what he could have turned into.