Well almost, it's not white. here's the story: Got up this morning at 0500, it was raining when I went to bed so I wasn't real enthused about hunting. But I stepped outside and the weather was cool and clear, the ground was dry. So I grabbed the crossbow and my pack, jumped in the jeep and headed over to a little suburban oasis I hunt on. About 1/2 way there I realized I had forgot to put the Hitch haul on the back of the jeep. I thought about turning around to go back and get it, but I figured that would put me in the woods too late. Got to the property, got up in the stand and was all settled about 1/2 hour before sunrise. Then the waiting began. I've been hunting this property for the last 4 years, only one time have I not seen a deer on it. Well the house past and at about 8:30 I was thinking about giving up and going home. But for some reason I decided to pull out my GPS and play with the Hunt/Fish predictions. 0255-0455 was supposed to have been excellent hunting, then excellent again later that evening when I couldn't be hunting. But what's this, "Good" hunting from 8:30-10:30. I looked at my watch again and figured what the heck I'll sit a while longer. After another half hour of only seeing 1 squirrel and feeling the urge to take a biological break I looked around once more, and "What the Heck?" there was a doe standing in some shadows about 25-30 yards away. She was in some thick brush, I stayed as motionless as possible. She took a step forward into a patch of sunshine and I realized "She" was a He. I could only see the one antler curving up along the ear. My hunting partner and the landowner had seen a couple of mutant bucks with a nice 3 or 4 point rack on one side and a big ugly spike on the other. I figured this was just one of those mutant deer. With the sun to my back and his head in the patch of sunlight I didn't think he could see me so I slowly shifted around and raised my crossbow. He was still behind some brush so I waited for a couple more steps forward. When he took the steps I moved the cross hairs right behind his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. I heard the crack of the bow, and the rattling of the bolt through the brush. But no Thump from a hit. The buck trotted forward seeming un-hit, then made a left turn, jumped a 8' creek (that I later got my feet wet trying to jump), ran about 10 yards, made another left turn and started to head back the way he came. I was cursing myself wondering how I could have missed the shot. Then he stopped and stood still. I was contemplating trying to cock the bow and take another long shot at him when he started to wobble then fell over. Guess I didn't miss after all! I waited about 10 mins, tried calling a couple hunting buddies to let them know. Didn't get an answer so I sent them a text message. Then I climbed down out of the tree and went to look at him. Near as I can tell he was hit by a car early this year. Had some cuts on his legs that were mostly healed over. And when I skinned him out the right hind quarter looked like hamburger. It was pretty gross and blood shot. I'll spare you the pics. So I tossed that quarter in the dumpster.