Just before shooting light ended, a nice 2 ½-year-old 8-pointer cruised to within a few yards of me. At one point, he was at 18 yards--quartering slightly away--and looking in the opposite direction. My release was on the string, my bow was up and ready, but I ultimately decided to pass on him. I like to kill big deer, but I'm not really a "trophy" hunter. He wasn't a trophy, but he was by far the best buck I've had in range all season. I guess the decision to pass was as much to prolong the season as anything. I love to see bucks cruising the woods with that sense of urgency this time of year. And I'm willing to bet there's a lot of that to come in the next few days.