I had one more day to hunt. That afternoon, I watched as six does fed in the field. Then, to my delight, I saw a buck march out toward them. He had a spike on one side and four points on the other. Monroe said that was a common genetic trait, and that I should shoot such a buck if I saw one. Here he was, and indeed I was willing to shoot it. Which I did. And it was good. I smiled all the way to the deer, and all the 2,000 miles on the drive back home.