After seeing several does and young bucks, the 8-point stepped out and stopped broadside from me at 40 yards. I studied him through my scope—it was the final evening of Kentucky’s early two-day muzzleloader season—and ultimately decided to pass on him. He was a nice buck with a thick, muscled-up neck, and had I been holding my bow, I probably would’ve shot him. But I know there are a few bigger bucks in the area, and with the action due to pop here in the next 10 days, I decided to let him walk. It’s a decision I might regret later, but for now, I’m enjoying the memory—and looking forward to the days ahead here in the Mid-South.