So, this is going to sound a bit boring to some but I've been kicking myself big time for the past week. A week ago Saturday I had a really nice buck come by me. It was bigger than anything I've ever shot by far. It was probably about 130" and I'd gotten tunnel vision so bad that the tree limb hanging between us that was so obviously there wasn't so obvious at the time. Needless to say, I blew it. Fast forward to this past Saturday (two days ago), my buddy and I were hunting a rather large field when he alerts me that there's a couple young deer behind him that appeared to be running from something. I turn to look only to find a great 8 point chasing their mother. When all was said and done, they crossed by me at 35 yards, wide open, and I didn't even try to stop him in the clearing. Part of me believed that she'd run him down along the fence as they do 80% of the time when they get up there. This would've put him at 10-15 yards. Still, 35 was quite doable and I let him slip by me. ARRRGH! Just needed to vent some.