I knew that. I just wanted to clarify what my circumstances were on that particular hunt. It was a somewhat strange hunt anyway. The deer was headed east when I shot him. He turns around and heads west and I shot again. He then turned back east and I shot once more and he then goes back to the west. It was almost like a wierd dream, like a live deer in a shooting gallery that wouldn't fall down. Well the last shot that broke his neck finally finished what was turning out to be a nightmare. I was beginning to think I was gonna lose that deer. Funny thing, as big and as old as that der was, he was so tender you could cut him with a fork. The rut was just getting started and his neck didn't swell up or no other signs that he was getting ready to breed. His teeth were woe down to the gums and I'm thinking that he would probably not have survived the coming winter. I probably did him a favor.
Paul B.