After 4 years I sealed the deal on October 28th. A spike walked up the draw at 8 30 am. It was foggy I didn't see him until he was on top of me. I always get the buck fever, even on does. This time was different. No adrenaline or anxiety. There wasn't a thought in my mind. It was a very instinctive thing. His head went behind a tree at 13 yards and I drew. He stepped out broadside and I let it fly. Arrow went straight through and buried. Never found it. I got real nervous when I saw no blood and no arrow. I followed his track back down the draw. He went 60 yards and dropped dead. No blood until he went down. I expected to have the shakes so bad. I expected adrenalin and struggling to focus. Totally different experience. It felt very primal and instinctive. Killed him on public land in the Smokeys area.