I was fortunate enough to harvest a nice doe on Friday night. Everything worked out as planned. I had scouted the spot through the summer and ran cameras in the area. I know there are some good bucks in the area and the area is getting good use. I snuck in as the wind was right on Friday for the spot. I got in and settled about 2:30pm as I had gotten off work at 1pm with some comp time. I got settled in and waited. I had planned to take a doe as well if one came along. Right at about 6:15pm some does came down, perfect placement to my climber and the tree I picked and a 15 yard shot was placed real well. It played out exactly as I had planned and visioned in my mind. Now this is the first time out of all the deer I have shot and had a chance at that I didn't get the "knew knocking" excitement. Don't get me wrong it was awesome and unbelievably exciting. It was picture perfect. I just think the planning and strategy and everything involved coming together made it more of a "mission accomplished" then it did an "oh my gosh" moment. I think running my cams and scouting and figuring it all out made a difference. I know a nice buck will bring that feeling back as well as any other deer could as well. It was just a little different this time for me. Anyone else ever go through this change?