Chasing: My friend, Kelley Sims, had a big 8-point trail a doe 150 yards from his tripod stand earlier this week. The wind was howling, like most days in the Texas Panhandle, and Kelley had a tough time steadying his rifle on the wobbly tripod railing. His first shot was a miss. The buck and doe paid the shot no attention. Kelley's second shot, also a miss, rammed the rifle scope into the bridge of his nose. Now, face covered in blood, and big buck still chasing a doe, back and forth like a cutting horse, Kelley kept shooting. After a bewildering seven shots, and zero hits, he ran out of ammo. Deflated, and bloody, he watched the buck and doe chase for another 15 minutes, inside 300 yards, before they loped over the fence and into the neighbor's.