Ok Bob here we go.... I drove down to my friends house in Sussex county Delaware Friday. After the rain from the hurricane ended I jumped up in a stand. I was in the stand hanging on because the wind was still gusting pretty strong for about 2 hours when he came trotting towards my stand. I only used a high pitched bleat call a couple times before he came to me. It happened so fast I didn’t even know how big he actually was but knew he was a shooter. I bleated to him to get him to stop because he was close to getting down wind of me. He stopped quartering slightly towards me. I aimed my crossbow right at his shoulder and let it fly at 20 yards. I took out both lungs and hit the liver. He ran about 40 yards into a god awful thicket and piled up. I waited an hour before my friend and I went after him and when I found him I was able to see just how good he was. To say I was excited would be an understatement. My friends nephew had him on camera within a week of me getting him and believes he’s the same buck he passed 2 years ago but he only had one split G2 at that time. He came out of a cattail thicket into some open pines that I have a stand on the edge along the cattails.