Been really busy with work and training so my season didn't really get underway til this past Wednesday afternoon. Cooler temps had me looking forward to my second sit in my modified sit drag. After an hour and a half I saw a decent mature buck emerge from what I had suspected to be a bedding area. The buck was headed north, away from me and to the left, approximately 60-70 yds. out in thick cover. I flipped the can twice and he spun around and literally walked underneath me looking for the doe who he thought was nearby. I made a clean shot with him facing directly away from me 15 yds out. He ran about 30 yds and piled up. The next day, while dropping him off at a friends to be processed I was dragging him into the workshop when I backed into a trailer tongue. My right leg was stuck up in the air as I went backwards with my weight and the bucks on my left leg. Broken fibula, season over.