The phone rang that night at 8 'o'clock, it was my buddy Zane on the other end, "Let's go hunting' in the morning?" He went into a big spill about all the sign he found on his land, and wanted to go try his luck. I told him I'd meet him at 5:00 AM the next morning, and the plans were set. Well at 6:30 the next morning, I pulled into the BPs' parking lot to find Zane conked out in the front seat. For some reason, he can't stay awake early in the mornings. Anyway after a cup of coffee and some of them little pecan thingys we were on our way. When we got to the spot, we loaded our rifles and were on our way. As we were walking...well Zane was actually tripping, into the woods trail; a deer took off running. Zane couldn't draw a bead on it, and neither could I so we dismissed it as a small doe that we'd probably let walk anyway, and proceeded on. We almost made it to the top of the hill when another deer ran across the logging road and stopped behind a tree. I asked Zane, "can you take him?"...Zane went to mumbling something about does bears poop in the woods and aimed his rifle. Well after about the 3 shot, and with the deer running like hell, I decided to give it a shot. The deer stopped about 100 yards out and looked back. While Zane was cussing his gun for jamming, I took aim. Luckily my bullet connected with the deer's neck and dropped him. It was a small basket racked 8 point with about a 10" spread.