Heya! Well needless to say it has been a helluva year. My Bow got bent on the eve of opening day. I finally got a replacement and it did not get all setup and sighted in until the eve of Halloween. I headed out Halloween morning to my favorite stand in the middle of a pine thicket. It is an intermediate bedding area/ travel area they like to move through and bed up for a short bit. On the trail heading in, there is what I call "Scrape Alley". It is a small walking trail that runs down the middle of the pine thicket. The deer trails and runs indicate they cross it a lot. On this 100 yard trail there was no less than 9 scrapes. All of which were very fresh. I was out 1 week prior and only seen 3 scrapes on the trail so I knew they were moving. I got to my tree stand and was pretty excited. My only concern was the weather. It was supposed to get to the high 60s. I was not sure how much they would be moving that morning but tried to stay optimistic. I sat...and sat...and nothing. At 10am I decided to hit my Buck Roar. Not 3 minutes transpired and a small 4pt came through. I watched him as he wandered around until he finally meandered off. As soon as I lost sight of him, I heard twigs snapping. I looked back and seen horns. Now we are talkin'! He wandered down the same exact path the smaller buck did so I knew, if he stayed on that trail, I would only have 1 shooting window. He got to 40 yards and bedded down. I kid you not he was nodding off! I watched him do the head bob and sleep for about 20 minutes when he finally stood up. I followed suit! He walked down the trail and hit my shooting window. It was a 15 yard shot and he was quartering towards me. I stopped him and let the arrow fly. He bound forward once and stopped. I was freaking out. How did I miss? He was so close and I know I executed the shot. He stood there with his tail high looking around. I assume he was trying to figure out what all the noise was. His tail went down and he began to slowly wander down the trail. I was a mess. Not only did I miss. I had to watch him SLOWLY walk away. Now he was about 40 yards from my tree and 55 yards from where I shot him when he wobbled. Then he took another step and wobbled again! The third step he fell down. I was losing it! I watched him through my range finder and he was down. I got out of my tree and went over to check my arrow. It was lathered in blood. It was a sound shot for sure. Halloween Morning with a brand new bow! First deer with a bow! First Buck ever! Broke my drought as I have been skunked the last 2 years! Sorry for the photo quality as I was alone and it was my phone.