Well, my season could have ended with my first "real" hunt. (Last weeks, humid, mosquito fest doesn't count.) Went to my new setup farther up the mountain. Seemed to be a lot of tracks and droppings, along with 2 well used trails that crossed each other at an angle. Between the wind today and the soft ground from all the rain, the deer seem to be showing up like ghosts, no sound at all. I looked up, and there he was. I could tell at second glance it was a buck. He moved off the trail, which was 25 yards, and started rubbing a small tree, at 30-32 yards. I just took a separate shooting rail up for the stand today, and my crosshair was rock solid on the chest as he rubbed the tree, just slightly quartering away. That went on a good 20 seconds, so I had enough time to size up the rack. Darn near perfect shot, but he was a small 8. Fairly thin antlers, maybe 13-14" spread, and points not that long. My thumb was on the safety, but I could not drop the hammer on one that small on my first day of the season. I'm sure Brian's bow was not pleased, but I know there should be bigger ones around.