I have had bucks skirt by me and several close calls all season. After having enough of the spot and its irregularity I decided to try a spot I wanted to hunt since September but never actually did. Climbed a tree in the new spot at 5:30, hunted from 6 am and around 8:30 a nice 8 came cruising by before I was ready and he stopped just out of range. I was determined to get one and knew they would travel that spot so I stayed till 12. Nothing else. Came back at 2:30 and moved 20 yards back because if I was back there I would have been able to shoot the 8 point. I just hung my backpack up on the tree when I hear leaves crunching. I freeze and peek around the tree to see this guy. My heart started pumping so hard, I knew it was a right choice to move my stand. He has no clue I'm here, I turn around to face the front of my stand and watch him from the corner of my eye. He is moving parallel with me, he goes past a tree and I pull back on the bow. Full draw he keeps moving and I tell myself after this tree, make him stop and shoot. But before that could happen, he stops right in between two trees with his head blocked and perfect opening for the vitals. I knew it was now or never so I aim at the vitals and quickly release it. My arrow hits perfect, but doesn't go all the way through. I saw it break off as he jumps. Blood spurts out, he runs 30 yards I see blood dripping out of his mouth and all of a sudden he stops. After 2 seconds of standing there he almost does a backflip and there he lays, 3o yards away. I was so excited and called my dad straight away to tell him the news. This was my first buck and we've had bigger on camera but I'll take this one any day.