Congrats. Sometimes it is just a matter of fate. One of the medics I worked with, dated a girl who had family in N.C, or Va. who had some property with deer on it. So they invited him up to hunt. Well his girlfriend's brother takes him out to a stand, and had been talking how he has been trying to get a good shot at this nice eight point buck, for the last three years, but it has always winded him, or something has happened in the nick of time. He had washed his clothes in the odor kill and no UV soap, and was ready this time. Well he puts my buddy, up in the stand, and leaves to go to his stand, a little distance away. Well after a couple of hours, my buddy, feels his breakfast wanting to leave, so he gets down, and drops his pants, and does his business, smokes a cigarette, and takes a whiz, goes back to his stand, and about five minutes later, guess who shows up at about twenty yards? Yep, Mr. eight point. So my buddy dumps him. His girlfriend's Brother, needless to say, was not a happy camper.
Sometime it just happens. Sometimes it doesn't.
Wayne