Well at 816 this morning I was shaking in my tree stand enjoying the cool morning air and wondering here the deer I saw with my flash light on my way in went. When I caught movement out of my left eye. He never made a sound, a big 9 had snuck up on me following my drag trail. I instantly froze. I could see he was nervous looking and smelling trying to get down wind. His cautions lead him to stop in my shooting lane at 12 yes.He was a beautiful grey color and good sized for this part of Georgia with caramel colored antlers. A fine trophy and was mine if I played my cards correctly. He stood facing me as I slowly rose and puty bow in front of me growing more alarmed by the second. By now I'm in full buck fever mode shaking very badly because my first bow kill was going to be a great pope and young buck. He turned to the north and flicked his tail signaling he was about to go. I grunted to stop him and he showed me the pocket. The sweet spot that all arrows are meant for. I leaned slightly to the right and came to full draw telling my self to calm down. I hit my anchor and let her fly my blaze orange four fletch with a crazy sharp two blade was inbound hot with a bad attitude. I followed through and watched as my arrow went right over his back. He jumped the string only slightly the miss was my fault not his. He turned and walked to the east not fast but not to slow either. I gave him ten minutes to clear fhe area and climbed down to make sure I was a clean miss. Sure enought I found my pretty four fletch sticking up half buried in the ground. A clean miss and I said thank you God for not letting me wound him. I learned a lot this morning and thank God for time I've had out here. I'll back to settle the score.