You know this one but I figured I'd share it with the others. Picked up on a good flatfooter early morning on Thanksgiving day. Followed for what seemed an eternity, saw where I had jumped him up a few times, saw a quick flash of tail once but was never able to get close enough to get a clear shot. I guess he got fed up with me being behind him and headed across the Canadian border. Damn that border crossing... He was a good buck. I had been on him all day. It took me 2-3 hours just to get back to a road, then I still had a few miles of walking to get back to my truck. Long day, but alot of fun. Too bad I wasn't able to capitalize.... Lost.