Anyway, right down the trail, here comes a nice buck. 5X6, counting the split brow, fairly tall, and heavy. 145"ish. I am calm. I come to full draw, but have to let up. The buck quarters toward me, head down, eating leaves that have fallen on the fresh snow, at 15 yards. He then turns broadside, and looking the other way!! I come back to full draw, pick a spot,(I think), and let the arrow go. It flies harmlessly over the bucks back. The buck runs only out to 20 yards, but with brush hiding his vitals. Nothing I can do. Then the buck heads out towards the pasture, gone, out of my life. I was sick.