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I was stillhunting a ridge I new was full of bucks. When I saw fresh tracks and poop, I started glassing ahead every three steps. After about 10 minutes of doing this, I saw this buck looking at me through thick brush. I took one more step to get a clear shot at his vitals and he bolted. I whistled quietly and he turned to look. He kicked like a bucking mule after the shot. The arrow entered the on-side front shoulder and exited through the far-side rear ham, taking out one lung and the liver, and everything else in between.