The spike headed right under my stand and started browsing on some buds from some small bushes. While I was enjoying the moment I hear a deer coming from the west. Sure enough a nice eight pointer is making its way down the hill in front of me on the trail that will veer to my left and give me a nice 15 yard shot. He stops once he sees the spike and slowly starts walking in. I'm getting excited and just know I'm going to get a shot. he is intent on watching the spike and is not looking up at all. He is now about twenty yards away, slightly quartering too but he is going to take the trail jigging to my left and I'll get a broadside shot. he is done watching the spike and starts to walk when out of no where I hear. " Jasper, Jasper! come on boy, come come come! " Around 60 yards behind me are houses and the guy is calling his dog in. The buck looks over that way in my direction and then looks up and he has me. I rock solid still, but he slams his foot down! the spike bolts and then he runs off 30 yards and stops. My shot is blocked by brush and then he walks out of my life. I just had to laugh and say to God, cmon, it's the rut send me a bigger buck will you....