As the opening day eastern sunlight begins to eat away the vanishing stars and that bucks antlers are visible in the dimmly lit shadows ... Boom ... waits for smoke to clear only to find a nice buck down, waiting to be caped, boned, and packed out.
I have one hanging on the wall that is bigger score wise, but I would not hesitate to give him your buck as someone to hang with (pun intended).
Someone above mentioned who cares what we would do. What would that buck do to your adrenaline, goal realization, or sense of hunting accomplishment? That's all that matters. Best of luck to you.