Nov 2014. Opening day of rifle season. The guys I was hunting with looked at me like I was crazy when I walked out the door of the camp house that evening with a bow.

It was late afternoon when I heard footsteps over my right shoulder. See what I thought was 2 does crossing behind me, feeding. when they got behind the tree, I spun around and waited for them to come out on the other side of my tree. Was in an awkward half-crouch because my harness tether was in the way. Drew on the bigger "doe" and realized it was a small buck with a broken spike on one side and a weird, busted up forky antler on the other. Didn't care. As soon as he stopped, I shot. 25ish yds, slight quartering away. arrow went in just behind his last rib and exited around the far side shoulder. He ran about 50ish yds I think, and piled up.

Deer hunting still doesn't come close to turkeys for me, but that was the closest it got, in terms of excitement and adrenalin.