I was in the mountains on my brother's farm in here Va. It was a Friday afternoon and I had already killed a doe that morning and now I was looking for a mature deer. I moved stands and set up on top of a ridge that runs about the length of the entire 1500 acr. farm. I had rubs, trails, scrapes, food source everything was in place. I started to see does and buttons after about 1.5 hr in the stand. Then from the same direction two bucks came in. One small 8 and a very big bodied 7 with a 16' spread and heavy main beams. The 8 came right in almost as soon as I saw him and he walked right underneath my stand, I had to look through the stand to see him!! He walked away and kept going straight. The other deer were eating and paying no mind. The big 7 took his time and almost busted me several times because my stand was poping and creeking!! So, he finally came in to my left in the thickest place possible and stopped at 16 yds. He was quartering to me a lil bit, but it was still enough of his vitals to shoot at. I drew when stopped and let it fly through the only opening I had, it was about the size of basketball hoop. My arrow hit right above the shoulder blade and he jumped straight up, hit the ground running and crashed out of sight. I waited 30 mins, got down, found blood instantly and followed for about 50 yds and he piled up!! He still the arrow in him coming out of both side of his body. This deer was around 200 lbs, whicj is huge for Va. That was my most enjoyable hunt yet. I have bigger deer, but this one was nail biting..