I was in Atlanta, behind Georgia States baseball field. I was 22 and it was my second hunt ever in a climber and with my bow. First hunt was the afternoon before and shot a huge 8point right in the shoulder with very little penetration and no blood. Went back to the same spot in the morning to hunt a little before I looked for my buck. Well early on a doe and yearling come in. I shot the doe and she ran off. The yearling was still standing there and I wasn't sure if I had hit the doe so I shot the yearling to make sure I'd have at least 1 deer dead out of the 3 I had shot at. Ended up finding the doe and yearling piled up within 5yards of each other, but of course no sign of the big buck.