He was hazing the group of does, which were feeding directly toward me on the other side of the basin. Had I waited, he would be on my wall. Instead, I got flustered, certain that he would cut my scent and melt into the ring of timber. I rushed the shot, all of 400 yards. Then I emptied my 7mm Magnum as the buck flared and quartered away. The last shot was probably 600 yards, stupid and desperate.