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I had been hunting for Columbia Blacktail for several days, this was the second last day of the hunt. I had passed up numerous smaller bucks, holding out for one that I felt was mature. Just before dark, while sitting in a new stand that I had helped put up, this buck came by and offered me a broadside shot. In the fading light, I saw him crash and roll over the crest of the hill only 60 yards away.