Warm november day, and I haven't been having much action lately. I was tired and undecided on where to go for the evenings hunt. Talked with my Dad and he suggested this particular spot, where I had gotten my buck last year. Its a nice flat connecting 2 thickets that go down each side. Good funnel area. I find a tree and get settled. Its very thick and I don't have many options. Less than an hour later I hear all kinds of crashing in the thicket below. Deer just running end to end. I gave a few doe bleats. The crashing continues, and finally starts getting closer. Here they come. 2 does, followed by this guy. Immediately I know he's a shooter. The does came up by me, but I disgregarded them once i focused on him. He made his way up the hill, closing the distance from 30 yds to less than 20 in a hurry. He was directly down wind and in VERY thick cover. As he just reaches the flat, he hits an opening, but he's severly quartered to. I'm drawn and waiting. kept telling myself not to force it. Mouth open, he's sniffing and looking at the does. Finally a couple steps to turn and I have quite a small shooting window. On the release the arrow smacks home, he wheels and lunges downhill, stopping after about 25 yds. Stands there, a moment and comes back towards me a little. Slowly sways and goes down. That's when I started shaking a little.