The 5 minutes or so I saw this deer alive were the most intense moments of my life. He came in on a dead run directly at the stand across a grass field where he ducked into the trees and turned broadside at 12 yards. Now at this moment I’m on the verge of sleep at least 50 scrolls deep into Facebook marketplace. I attempt to set my phone down slowly and end up dropping off the edge of the stand where it falls into a Russian olive stripping leaves and landing with a thud. The buck immediately spooks and runs 15 yards or so to my left directly into a shooting lane while I draw my bow. While swinging the bow to aim at the deer a cam hit the metal arm of the stand just before he turned broadside, and he locked eyes on me. He stayed like this for over 4 minutes with me at full draw. As I began to shake worse and worse from the strain he put his head down and started walking away and I was able to let down. In my mind the hunt is over now I completely blew it. As I watch him trot back toward the field he came across initially he suddenly stops turns around and slowly walks back towards my shooting lane now 38 yards out. Knowing that if I grunted to stop him in the lane he would surely bolt since already being on edge, I just prayed that he stopped in the lane for a good shot. Which he did, and I anticipated that he would try and duck the arrow, but I’ve never had more luck on a shot in my life. At the thwack of the string hitting the stopper he dropped and spun about 140 degrees allowing the arrow to burry directly into his heart virtually killing him instantly. Moments like these where everything goes wrong until it doesn’t and you’re able to fill the freezer and walk away with a memory for a lifetime, are why I love hunting more and more every time I go.