It was November 8, 2003 and I got into my stand fairly late. I was sitting for only a half hour and I start to hear crunching leaves in front of me. I see one doe come out and then behind that was a small buck. The doe moves on and goes her own way but the buck starts to head my way. At twenty yards he gives me no shot. He starts trotting at a pretty good rate towards me. Finally he gives me a slightly quarting away shot at about five yards. I put the pin behind his shoulder and let an arrow fly. He took off and I watched him for about five minutes and then I lost sight of him. I sat in my stand for a little while and then got down and left very quietly to go tell my buddy what happend. We then went back to his place for 3 hours to give the deer some time to die. Me and a couple buddies went out and started our search for blood. We frantically look, but we cannot find a drop of blood. Then my friend yells, "Hey! Hes down over here!" I literally ran to him to see my first bowkill. It was a small six pointer but to me it felt like I shot the biggest buck in the world. When gutting the deer we found that I had hit one lung and the arrow went through the stomach. It was a perfect night of hunting for me.