My first 8 point ran onto an old log road I was walking on, about 15 feet away. He stopped and we stared at each other forever. The wind was swirling, but he never smelled me. He bobbed his head up and down trying to ID me. I thought about shooting from the hip but didn't. I remember thinking "I'll never get a decent shot at him. He will be a blur any second when he takes off". Finally, he turned and ran. After a couple of fouled ejections from my Mossberg 500, a miss and a couple of saplings getting in the way of my Sabots, I managed to get one in him and put him on the ground, where I was able to get a shot through his chest.