I finally proved nomad archer wrong (it is a joke). He told me a few years ago I came up with excuses for not shooting deer every time I had one in range. I told him I was waiting for the RIGHT deer to come by. Last Nov. 11 at 3:30 in the afternoon he finally showed up and I took a shot. A 3 1/2 year quest for the buck I named Splitter in the spring of 2011 came to an end.