While I was mimicking my brief rattling sequence, the buck's legs shuffled again. For a moment I had a shot. As I reached for my bow, his head was up slightly, his back legs twitching. Then the buck exhaled heavily, laid his head down, and was still. "He's dead," I heard Jason say, and I talked myself into agreeing. "Give me three more quick cutaways, and we'll go down and look at him." I stared long and hard at the buck and, seeing no movement, nodded my head.