I said I wasn't shooting another buck I wasn't putting on my wall. I hunted hard last year, sun up to sun down, 7 days straight. I saw 6 deer. Wall caliber for me is P&Y.
I was pulling out 4 days early because the lack of deer was so bad. I packed all my stuff up, went to put my horns away and figured I might as well hit em together one last time. Sure enough, I rattled in a 110 inch 10pt. My gauge is if I see it and don't immediately think "shooter", then it isn't. I immediately thought, "not a shooter". I had time to think and gather myself and thought, this will be my nicest deer, I've hunted hard, on public ground no less, and no one in camp has killed a buck. I made a great double lung on that deer and he ran 60 yards and piled up. I got to take it over to my best friends, who lives in jersey but comes to hunt Ohio once a year on his ground, and get pictures with him. I got to celebrate my first 100 inch kill with him. I didn't mount that deer, but he sits proudly atop my fireplace mantle euro mounted. I would have loved to achieved my goal I set out to, but I'm extremely happy every time I walk by that deer. I even stopped this morning coming up stairs to look at him.
In the end, you have to shoot what makes you happy. I killed a doe my first week of bowhunting when I was 14. My Grandpop said, "you might never kill another deer". I'm thankful to say, he was severely wrong on that account! What I wouldn't have gave to have him here and take a picture with me and that 10pt though...