It seems that every year you hear people say, I seen the big one but he got away.  I usually say that every year myself.  To me, this is the thrill that keeps me coming back every year.  The anticipation of will he come his normal route, how is the wind, alright remember hold steady and wait for the open shot.  Then when you do see him usually he is somewhere you didn't think he would come and are not set up for the shot or can't get a shot due to brush in the way you didn't think would be.  After all the time, scent control, deer lure, shooting, scouting and it all comes down to, why the heck did he come out that way.  This of course happened to me this year several times BUT then the time finally came when the Big One came the right route and the wind right was right, I was cool and calm, he steps out broadside and I shoot.  Did I hit him, is there any blood, remember where you last seen him.  I get up start down to where I shot take my time look for blood then I hear something soft and faint, Michael....Michael......MICHAEL.  Who is here, I am on Posted land where are they and then reality hits, its the wife waking me up from the perfect dream to say the baby is crying it is my turn.  I guess the Big One gets away again until next season.  Bad enough he haunts me through the season now after the season, it will be a long wait until October.