I snuck all the way back to where he was bedded, so when he stood up again, an hour and a half later, he was 40 yards from me. I was positioned on a dugout mound. I drew from behind a thicket. The buck stalled. Finally he took two steps, but I had to let down. And when I did, grass got between my cam and the string—and popped the string off. The buck kept coming—stopping at 30 yards, then 20, then 10.