I had been hunting my but off for 2 weeks straight and my vacation was comming to a end. ive seen several bucks but just couldnt close the deal on them.This perticular afternoon it was very pleasnt in the woods and with the rut on i had to be in the woods.I saw this particular buck a week before and decided to hunt him.He had winded me a couple days before so i thought the game was over and probably wouldnt see him again, so i had to make a move and took my climber in and set up in a saddle. I was setteled in at 2:00pm and at 2:10 saw my first deer then another and another it was turning out to be a magical day.YoungBuck's were chasing does everywhere within shooting distance of my stand and I waited passing on the shortys, I just knew he would show himself and i needed to be patient.Suddenly he appeared chasing the shortys out of his territory. several does came within 15 yards upwind of my stand and one particular doe was stationary at about 30 yards or so off my right side, as soon as he saw her he made a b line after her. She followed the trail that was 12 yards to my right he was in tow directly behind nose to the ground, as i ready my bow I said a prayer that my ARROW will find its mark I felt cold as ice and at 12 yards he stopped I drew and loosed an arrow It was a perfect shot the monarc whireled and tried to make it up the hill to my right he then stumbeled into some sumack on the hill above me and walked a few more steps and layed down within eye sight, I watched his chest slow to a stop and then he drew his last breath of life. a flood of remorse rushed thru my very being I thought to myself this beautiful animal will never lay on a sunny slope and enjoy life and take in his suroundings because i just ended his life.But this is what i was here to do take a life and thats what i did.I climmbed down to retreive my trophy.The jones family will have sacred meat for now.