Art reminded me of a nice buck I shot in Wyoming back around '95 or so. I watched him walking up the other side of a canyon through tall sage about 350 yards away. I couldn't get a good look at his rack, but he was a big ol rascal. Finally, just before he topped out, he stopped in a clear spot. I got a good look at him, found a little rest and whacked him. I hit him a little too far back, but he humped up and turned downhill, about 25 yards and didn't see him any more. I heard it hit, saw him hump up like a gut shot and the went directly downhill, not over the top. I felt confident he was down. I walked over there coming uphill up toward him, I couldn't see him, but I knew I was getting close to the last spot that I saw him. When I got about 15 feet below him, I hit a trail and was looking for tracks, It had rained the day before, so I knew I would be able to see of he had come down that far. I heard a grunt, looked up, and here he came! Head first, I had to shoot from the hip and I got him in the chest. I fell or jumped backwards off the trail or he would have got me. He lay there right in my boot tracks. I don't have to tell you, boy that was close! I hit him the first shot a little to far back, but he still had enough to scare me to death, if I hadn't been ready, I would've been a goner for sure. I got another one I will share later, kind of along these lines. You would think I would learn.....