Yesterday evening, I spent a few hours on a high seat until I met this interesting fellow at 21:30. He walked away from me, presenting his rump and I whistled, hoping to make him turn sideways. He stopped, looked back and resumed his walking. When he was at 150 m, I had to make a choice between letting him disappear or take a shot I normally dislike. Considering he held his head erect, his neck stood straight up, so I went for it. My .30-06 bullet entered the back of his neck and exited his throat, dropping the buck like a stone.