Last night I kind of messed up. Taking the the almost mile hike in, I decided i was tired and stopped about 150 yards short. I justified the wind direction, that going any further would just make the walk back to the car longer. Justifications are great things. I have not seen the 12 pointer the last few days, it is a monster, but I have heard that anyone got it either. About twenty minutes before sundown a buck was chasing two does around at wooded ditch where I was heading. It was the same boxy heavy racked eight pointer that I let pass at another location a couple of weeks ago, but the big 12 was right down the hill at the time. Last night I would have shot him. Those dang deer ran back and forth and all around that 20 by 50 yard ditch the entire evening and never got close to me, other than a yearling doe that was avoiding the hassle, which laid down in the grass about ten yards from me, on the other side of the cedars that I was using for cover. I got the the end of shooting hours and that buck was still going at it as I was walking away. I know if I would have tried to move in on him either him or for certain one of the does would have messed the stalk up on the open switch grass slope. The hike back to the car was not as bad as i expected, so I was a bit upset with my laziness. However, today the front door is about as long a walk as I got in me. It is that SI joint thing again. Time to call the chiro.