Understand mix ups. I was once stalking a nice desert mule deer. He was accompanied by three lesser bucks. Somewhere he gave me the slip, and when the other three broke cover and were about to disappear over a ridge top, I shot the larger of the three, thinking it was my quary. Oh well, next day a friend showed up a camp. I sicked him on the escapee, and two days later he found him. He was a pretty nice buck, but my tag was filled.

One of the vaqueros had tipped me on the buck's usual haunts and after my screw up, I felt obliged to pass the info on to our friend. All is well that ends well.

Jack

"Do not blame Caesar, blame the people...who have...rejoiced in their loss of freedom....Blame the people who hail him when he speaks of the 'new, wonderful, good, society'...to mean ,..living fatly at the expense of the industrious." Cicero