Last night while hunting over a bean field where I have seen this giant buck I had a forky walk in. I was on my knees in some sage with my "brush" camo on. The forky walked right down the deer trail I was straddling (there are a bunch and I couldn't help but be on one). He stopped at 30.5 inches, the length of my arrow, and smelled the Muzzy phanton that has already blown through a doe in Kentucky this year. When he turned to step around the arrow he took a step forward and stepped on my left boot. I told him "Boo" because I got a little nervous with those sharp hoove, and he just backs out and stares for a few minutes then walks off stifflegged! I wish I could have video of that because after 20 years of bowhunting that was the coolest thing that has ever happened to me!