This story may get long, but it's worth it if you've ever been here. October 30, my wife and I were bow hunting and we had not seen much so at 11:00, I text her that we were leaving at 11:30. I never do this but, at 11:26 I text her back and told her I was getting down. We are only about 50 yards apart so I can see her pretty good. I watch her lower her bow to the ground as I get my stuff ready to go and as I'm about to put my sling on my bow I look back toward her and she is stuck to the tree looking my way. I turn around and 18 yards away is a tall 10pt. Now no big deal but I'm facing the opposite way, backpack on, arrow already in quiver, and release in my backpack. I slowly renock my arrow, I check every pocket for my release hoping that I still had it out, no luck. I grab my bow turn all the way around, standing, I have a limb in my way, so I sit down. I draw back using fingers, finally get my pins in my peep and let it go. I guess not having my release on changed my draw length enuff, I thought I shot right under him. After having a bit of a fit, I looked through my binos at my arrow and saw blood on the ground. We trailed a great blood trail for about 150 yards he must have stopped because there was a big pile of blood, then nothing. Even the hound could not find anything, needless to say my Halloween party sucked. Now to Black Friday, 7:30 am I hear a deer behind me, I turn to look and I see rack before I even see his body. It's now gun season, so I have both my gun and Z7 in the tree with me. Not sure which one to grab, but as he started my way I went with the Z7. I noticed him limping, and I thought I know who this is. As he came along a row of cedars I drew back and of course he stopped, that's when I was glad I shoot a Mathews Z7, because I had to hold for at least 1 and half minutes. He came past the cedars, but only to his neck, that's when I felt the wind on my face blowing right to him. He turned to walk out right where he came from and gave me just enuff of a shot. And the Rage did its job. He's not the biggest ever, but the story we have makes him special to me. I hit him the first time right in the bend of the front leg, 2 inches from a heart shot with fingers, I've often thought I shouldn't have taken that shot, but in the heat of the moment I did. Here he is a tall 10pt with a kicker coming off the back of his left eye guard. Thank God for this experience and the opportunity to hunt his creatures.