"I shot my bull in the morning and them spent most of the day hauling him out on my four-wheeler and getting him cleaned up and hung up to cool. In the evening when all the work was done, I took a walk down an old logging road in a regenerating clearcut. I looked down into the drainage below me and saw two bucks - the big one I shot and a four-point - walking toward the creek. I figured I'd never get a shot and that they'd go out of sight, but the big deer just turned and walked right in front of me and gave me a good shot. I dropped it in its tracks, but it gave a few death kicks and rolled down a near-vertical slope about 200 feet to the crick bottom. When I got to the deer, I realized I'd lost my knife somewhere along the way, and I spent quite a bit of time dragging the ungutted buck to an access road. Long story short, we got the deer gutted and hauled out, and the next morning, I went back, retraced my steps, and found my knife!"