Back from WY, got a small three point deer and my buddys all filled there doe antelope tags. Good trip all in all save one moment. Lots of hunters so we set up in some rocks to wait for the deer to get bumped to us, two four wheelers head up the hill and sure enough looping down hill my deer walks right to us. Tag filled 7:30 day 1. Just start to gut the deer and a older fellow walks up and says "Heard your shot I thought you might be my grandson till I looked at you through my scope." I stopped gutting and stood looking at him, he went on to tell me how we needed to get the deer cool and split the ribs. I just wanted him to go away :evil: Please tell me he is the last of his kind, I hope his grandson can afford to buy binoculars.