Ok heres the story, i pulled up to the end of the dirt road about an 1 hour before shooting light, another pickup pulls up and parks behind me about 5 minutes later. A 12 year old hunter and one of his dads buddies steps out. I guess this boy is the nephew of the landowner. There is two half sections to hunt in this particular spot, since he was an excited young man with antlers glowing in his eyes i told them they could have first pick and i would go the opposite way. As luck would have it they went right where i wanted to go. They only sat there about an hour and then walked back to the pickup and left. He got 2 shots off but i didnt see them drag anything back to the pickup so i slowly made my way to where they were. this spot is on the corner of the pasture and borders a unharvested sunflower field. i got to the fenceline that runs along a creek and has scattered timber and brome grass around it leading to the sunflower field where i seen tons of deer walk into several different mornings. At about 11:00 i heard a buck rubbing trees down in the creek bottom. At 11:30 i turned to see this buck coming out of the bottom, following the fencline to the sunflowers. I seen him about the time he seen me so i knew i didnt have much time. I seen he was fairly wide and looked good so i swung the 7mm rem. mag around, put the crosshairs on his heart and let the thunder roll. The buck sky rocketed in the air and hopped the fence and bit the dust about 20 yards later. After i walked up to him i noticed some severe ground shrinkage. I am still very proud of him but i need to learn to stop and observe a little bit more and not get so trigger happy.