Thanks guys. My buck was broken at the tips but had some kickers on the base that made up for it. Just a couple hours after my buck we got on another and went through the routine, slow down, yep its a shooter, park behind a hill, get out and start our sneak. Since I had the GPS with the boundaries I was in the lead. We sneaked around a small hill and Holy Crap! the buck was right there looking at me maybe 150 yards away. I ducked but before I got out of sight I noticed the buck was coming towards us. I motioned for the other two to get back down the hill and we moved as quickly as we could away from the buck. We moved back 70-80 yards and set up just seconds before the buck popped over the hill. He didn't wait long but as soon as he turned to run CRACK. My wife's cousin's 30-06 rang out and down the buck went. He hit a little high and had to finish it. Both rifles we had were shooting high. We think that was due to the elevation change which was around 4500' difference I think-my rifle was cased the whole time so that's all we can think of. We saw a few more bucks but none of them met my wife's uncle's standards. I think he just wanted to make the hunt last a little longer. That was our opening day. I forgot to mention that we had a buck 60 yards from camp the day before opening day. We posed for the game warden who was probably nicer than any officer I have met in Indiana. The locals had us convinced that pronghorn was going to taste like mud so I had to fix some up for dinner just to see for myself. I'm not sure what they did with their goats but ours was delicious.