it was october 17th. my dad and i were sitting in a set that is about 4 or 5 years old and we havent hunted much, i was just looking to shoot a deer with my bow and that was the perfect set for it. we had just got set up and settled in and my dads phone started to ring. we thought the night was done for. but we stayed and had a light rattling sequence. a little basket rack 4 pointer came in and walked right under the stand. after about 5 minutes of watching him there was a snort weeze. the little buck blew and ran off. all of a sudden i feel my dad grab my shoulder and say "big, big buck" i grabbed my bow stood up he stopped broadside, peerfect, 20 yards chip shot. i draw and release and he ducks my arrow bigger then crap. he runs off and circles back. he gets to about 24 or 25 yards and my dad tells me to draw hes head on. (i shouldve smoked him) and he looks right up at me. i have to hold my draw for about 2 minutes or so and hes staring at me the whole time. he turns and walks off... worst day of my life. will deffonatly never forget that day