I was in my treestand during bow season and it was starting to get around dusk. In MO you get two turkey tags with your two any deer tags for bow. I wasn't hunting turkeys but if the opportunity ever arises I would definitely take one. Anyway, I'm standing there and its peak deer movement time when all I hear is rustling of brush and leaves from behind me. I turn my head to see a big ol Tom coming right for my face. I duck and it lands on a hickory limb directly parallel to me and starts clucking away. He knows I'm here and doesn't like it. I tried to pull back on him but it was to no prevail...he took off before I could get a shot off.