Well last night started off being a little windy and i patiently sat and watched cornstalks shaking in at least 10 different spots in the cornfield. The area i hunt is smashed right against the bedding area so i usually only see deer for a split second until they dissappear in the corn, but somehow all these managed to slip past me. I'd catch a glimspe of an ear or tail flick every now and then, but i patiently sat and waited hoping to catch one skirting the edge of the field. At 6pm a doe appeared on the edge of the field and appeared extremely nervous and kept staring back in the corn. Only expecting to see a fawn in route to mom's location, i didn't pay much attention until the horns poked out of the corn. It took him less than a minute before he was headed down the same trail as the doe and was shortly posingslightly quarteringin a really unsafe area I was uncertain about the hit after trailing him for 50 yards that night, so i returned the next morning to find him 30 yards from where i stopped looking. The hit wasn't bad at all and revealed i had gotten liver and lungs. But with the cool temps i feel i did the right thing by waiting and im cooking the backstraps right now as i type this.