15 feet. It was just one of those days where the planets were alligned and everything went right. My brother shot a spike at our camp in Pa. at first light the first morning. I went over to check on him and ended up staying in his stand. About 45 minutes after he drug his out I shot another spike, sniffing his gutpile. Pa. a one and done state, so we broke camp and headed back to Ohio to hunt half a day back home. Matched up with my buddies at about 1:30. On stand by about 2:30. About 4:00 I'm standing on a logging road and here comes a buck trotting right at me. They said I shot him in self defense. 15 feet and the wad from the shotgun slug was stuck in it's skin. Man, are they tall when they rear up on their back legs like that.
