Good friend Kevin Rasmussen goes for a hunt. I was with my brother in law, my nephew and I was with my son. So four of us were off hunting. We said, Well, we're going to go to the end of this road, blast the mountains. We see something. We do. If not, we're just going to drive home. So we get out there towards the end and there's these two bucks sitting there. So I get out of the car. I think I chambered my rifle, but I don't. And I have a guy on the glass trying to see if it's a legal buck. And it is. So it pokes its head out the trigger and nothing happens. It turns out my magazine fell out in the car, out of my rifle. So when I cycled the bolt, basically nothing went in there and I'm feeling like an idiot and it starts running and running. So now when we get up on top of this big rock like cliff looking thing, looking down this canyon and we see one of the bucks and we're probably 500 yards off, I'd guess it's snowing a little bit sideways and windy. And so anyway, I ended up taking a couple of shots at this buck and I get it down. And so it's laying there just on its side, not moving. So we sit up on that rock for a while and probably two minutes later we're looking at the spotting scope. It's still laying there and we're like, okay, it's down, it's not moving. It's definitely a kill. So we walk back to the car, we drive around down towards it as far as we can. We walk down there, we don't have a rifle with us. All we have is our pistols. So I go down right where it's at because I remember a downed tree was right there. I was right here. It's gone. Speaker1: I don't know about you folks out there, but for me, that's the worst thing that could happen. Where is the deer? What's next? Follow a blood trail. Sure, if there is one. Let's find out tomorrow.