This morning I had my nicest buck come through slowly behind me on the side of the hill at 8:10 AM. I was on him almost at eye level at 32 yds, squeezed the trigger and blam, I had a pile of mess in my hands. The left limb was split all the way up in two places, tearing the cam out, with alot of delamination. I thought I heard a small click after I settled in to the stand before shooting light and looked the xbow over after shooting light but didn't notice anything.

I'm almost 60, have killed alot of dear in my lifetime, this would have been my best. I saw him at about 125 yrds away, had plenty of time to prepare for the shot, trying to not get rattled by the size of his rack.

I'm still about sick......
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
"Only the dead have seen the end of war"

George Santayana