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Here is his story, in his own words.
For Sam Collora, the moment was burned into his mind, the exact moment when the arrow made contact. The arrow hit with a solid 'smack', "Like a boat paddle slapping the mud". Sam had hit the scapula and a third of the arrow was sticking out of him. His heart sank.
"He was awesome! The Rocky Mt. 'GATOR' Expandable Broadhead had penetrated the scapula far into the lung! I estimated his weight at 325 to 350 lbs. I knew he was a great buck and that I had just hit the highlight of my deer hunting career." Sam Collora For the Collora Buck and all of Sam's hunts, check out his personal hunt lodge on myhuntlodge.com by clicking on the logo below.
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"After
about 45 minutes of relaxation, watching the squirrels play and
enjoying nature's show, I caught movement to my left. I was looking
at one of the biggest deer I had seen in my life. This buck had
not crossed the drag rag trail, but was downwind of me, walking
with his nose in the air directly toward the estrus scented Drag
Rag I had soaked with our Mrs. Doe Pee's Fresh Doe/Estrus Blended
Urine. He thought he had the first doe in heat! " Said Collora,
"When the buck got to about 30 yards from the Drag Rag, he stopped
and looked to his left. If, for some reason he turned, he would
be out of shooting range. So while his head was turned, I drew the
bow. My heart was pounding so loud. I thought I was losing it! I
told myself to 'get it together' and settle down. The buck then
turned back toward the Drag Rag, nose in the air again. He dropped
his ears to a horizontal position. I relaxed. This buck had no clue
I was there. The buck then turned to his right, giving me a right
to left shot. As he came nearer to my shooting lane, I drew my bow
and led him a little. With the sight on the center of the buck's
shoulder, I released the arrow" 
"I
watched as he bolted away and at eighty yards out he piled up. I
knew he was sick. I must have gotten better penetration than I thought.
Suddenly he was back on his feet. Then when he came to a fence at
150 yards I watched him pile up again. I could no longer see him
but I could see the white fletching of the arrow."