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I took this one Tuesday morning at 9:15. I got into the spot about 30 minutes after shooting light, because of a sudden change of mind. Once I got on top of the hill I was starting to sweat so I planned on just going up a tree there and moving midday. About halfway up a white oak with terrible shag bark I said "hell with this" climbed back down and kept going deeper in to a spot I knew of, but haven't tried in years. On the shot I tried to shoot low under some limbs, but another couple of inches down and he would've been a lucky guy. He walked about 60 yards after the shot stopping once about halfway then collapsed. Didn't seem like he knew what hit him. Oh well, dead is dead.