The story goes like this. Not to long after the got settled down in there makeshift blind they kept hearing what they could only assume was him rubbing his antlers on trees. This went on for an hour or so, then stopped. They hadn't heard anything for a while when all of the sudden he popped out in front of them at about a hundred yards. He had circled them going down wind of them and didn't even care. My friend told her to aim low seeings how he was so close. The buck stopped and she popped it right in the spine. So my friend had to get up and slit his throat cause they didn't want to go blasting off another 308 round at him.