The western horizon was a colorful orange and pink when I saw a doe and another bigger deer coming out of a ravine 200 yards away. Through the 10X binoculars I could see the trailing deer was the old, droopy-eared buck! He took his time, posturing to a couple of smaller bucks on the way in. It was 5:54 p.m., leaving ten minutes of legal shooting light, when he finally came by the blind, turning broadside at 16 yards. The 64-pound Hoyt came back smooth, the bright green pin hovered for a moment on mouse-grey hide, and then the skinny Victory arrow was gone. The 4-blade Solid broadhead slipped between the ribs on entry and smashed through the shoulder blade on the offside. The old buck made a mad dash for 60 yards, and then toppled in a cloud of dust.