I wish I could say that I shot this deer... but we have decided to call it a "group effort" kill. One of my friends jumped it and it ran down into a draw we call "the killing field" because we get so many deer there. I saw it at the top of the draw and it was running at a good clip... so I whistled and of course it decides to slow down behind a bunch of trees. I had a potential shot... but the last thing I wanted to do was miss and have it run away as my friend was another 75 feet further down the ridge. So I stood up and signaled to him and pointed where I thought the deer had walked down to. He saw it, grunted and stopped it in it's tracks. One shot from his 25.06 broke it's neck. So here I am with the muley that will soon be mounted and in the cabin. Oh well, maybe next year!