My first bowkill was last year. First week in November and my first day hunting, I got into my stand at 5:00 AM and waited for the sun to come out. Shortly after sunrise a 13 point buck walked into the opening and I pulled back and took aim. I release the arrow and watched it hit the ground between the buck's feet. I was shocked! I refocused my eyes to see a small twig holding on by just a bit of bark. The buck walked into the tree line on the far side of the opening. I grunted and grunted trying to get him back, but all I got in return was an occassional blow response from the buck. Within 15 minutes and OLD 8 pointer walked into the opening and chased a doe right past me. The buck stopped less than 15 feet from me and stood there watching the doe. I stood up in the stand and took aim, then let her fly. The buck did a mule kick and then walked about 100 yards from me to lay down. After he laid down, I got down from the stand and walked over to where he had been standing. 20 feet past this point was my arrow all covered in blood and fat. 2 hours later, I walked over to where I watched him lay down and there he was. I was lucky, my second year bow hunting I dropped an old boy. Definately not a trophy, but his photo hangs on the wall of my den and his antlers hang on the mantle in the family room. I could shoot a world class buck tomorrow,but that rack and the memory of that first bow kill will never be topped.