I hunted a lot with 5 close friends, all experienced and successful hunters. I myself after ten years had yet to shoot a deer. I loved the woods, could read topo maps, recognized good forage and mast crop locations. My buds would always look at me and ask "where are we hunting tomorrow" I would bring them to the guesstimated spot. One day I was leaning against a tree, a big oak. I saw a flash of whit out of the corner of my eye. I did not move and was rewarded with a huge buck stepping out about 75 - 100 yards out. It was not the deer's tail but his polished rack glistening from the sun's rays. I put my scope on it and it had a big scar across the top of its brow, a torn ear tip, and a long scrape along its flank. I was on and off the trigger. Really strong feelings about this survivor. Suddenly the deer darted off. I heard behind me my closest friend say to me, "Silly Bill, you are a hell of a hunter, but you suck at killing". I told him he could have shot that buck. He answered I hope when I am older and near the end, God gives me one more day too. It was an emotional moment for both of us. The best hunt ever. I did harvest a deer a season later and that was exhilarating.