Now, if I was on a TV hunting show, this is the point in the story where I would come up with some kind of excuse for shooting a little buck. I'd say that I thought he was bigger than that, or that he was on my "hit list" as a cull buck. I'd probably stretch the truth a little about his age, and call him 3 1/2 at least. Truth is, it's been a rather slow rut in my neck of the woods, and dammit, I just got excited when I saw this 2-year-old (or is he a year old?) buck chasing that doe. I shot him through both lungs with no hesitation at all, and you couldn't have wiped the smile from my face when I watched him scramble a short distance and fall dead as a hammer.