It was November 27, 2000, the opening day of muzzleloader season. I'd already been bowhunting a lot of different public areas during archery season and had taken about eight does. I run a Jiffy Lube and give them to the guys who work for me. I actually got into the woods late. Usually I'm already in the stand watching the other guys come in by flashlight, but not that day. I was hunting some oaks near my bowhunting stand, but in a place where I could make use of the muzzleloader's longer range. I dropped a glove getting up into the stand and decided to just let it go, because I was already hearing deer sounds in the darkness. I heard footsteps, looked left, and saw what looked like a standard 8-pointer, just a glimpse as he came through the trees broadside, not more than 40 yards out. And I put a bead on him, and when he came through the second opening, I shot.