A friend and I arrived at his father in laws farm around 3pm. This would be the second time ever on the property. A few weeks ago the both of us met up there and walked the property for about an hour, before darkness ended our endeavor. The friend I’m hunting withthis night works too much and just couldn’t find time to make it up to scout much so no trees were picked. He headed for a transitional zone between a standing cornfield and a bedding area. I wandered quietly through the hardwoods on the other side of the property. I must have spent two hours getting frustrated, not finding a location that spoke to me. Finally I came upon a hilltop that had been logged in the last two years. It was perfect, the gradual slope of oaks led down to a good size green field and downed trees corralled the deer into certain lanes. I chose my tree fairly easily and by the time I was strapped in and ready it was 5:30. I sat there shaking my head wishing I had found it months ago but what can you do ya know! At least the area upwind and in all the logged area was undisturbed and I was quiet getting setup. The spot was money and I had high hopes non-the less. All was quite except for the gray squirrels until I heard the boy coming inside 40yds at 6:25. I stood and readied as he came to 30yds. Bam he stops dead in his tracks and nailed me in the tree, I wasn’t even moving when he noticed my figure. I didn’t have a facemask on so I stood motionless with the bow blocking as much of my mug as possible. He didn’t spook but new something wasn’t right. He turned sideways after a5 minute staredownand made his way towards downwind, but before he walk into my scent path I opened him up and man he took off like hell wouldn’t have it. So fast I couldn’t remember which trees he went through. I met up with my bud after dark and started the track job soon after. It took about 10 minutes to find the direction he took from the bloody arrow but after that the trail was no problem at all. He hadn’t gone more than 50yds before going down, which confirmed what I had thought I heard from the stand. Now for the good part, after the picture ceremony we dragged the deer 30yds or so and each had our own idea on how to get back to the farmhouse. So we walked up and down half a dozen logging roads that by the way all looked the same. I had to bust out the GPS and compass. I know how in the @$^& can you I know I know it was hilarious. We made it out obviously, which by the way was a good thing because I think if that coyote we listened to all night got any closer my bud would’ve peed his pants for sure.