The past two months between college, work and hunting on the weekends have drove me insane. But everything came together last weekend after a successful ground hunt in western OK. I watched him bed with a doe the night before i made my stalk. That morning i knew he didnt gar far. I waited for the sun to rise enough to spot them in the tall grass. I checked my wind and began crawling threw goat heads and sandburs. After making it from 200 to 60 yards i was still not nearly close enough to take a shot. They were still bedding but had moved on me some time during my stalk. I got lucky and grabbed my rattle bones before i had left that morning. I made a very small rattle sequence and that's all i took for him to stand up and come strutting my way. I got the bow ready and got to a prone position and stayed as low i could. He hung up at 33 yards looking right at me. At one point he turned broadside to look back at his lover, and i knew that was my only chance so i came up to prone pulled back at let an arrow fly. It all worked perfectly i watched him run across the field and crash. Ive killed a lot of deer from the stands but this was by far the most intense hunt i have ever been apart of.