Sorry about the lack of a shirt, this was in the early stages of deer hunting before the wife got used to deer blood on clothes and riding home in the car, LOL!
This button buck was my first traditional harvest and was also only the second deer I had taken up to that point.
My wife dropped me off on public land at 5:30am a couple days into the early October bow season. I spent all day still hunting and checking out the land.
I decided to head for a corn field right before dark. As deer began making their way from the oaks to the corn, this guy ran down the corn rows with a few doe. I had deer all around me and was trying hard to stay undetected.
I was shaking really bad, but was able to stand up and shoot my 1976 50# Bear Black Panther Hunter. I missed low but he just stood there. The second cedar arrow buried up to the fletch and I was standing there in shock. Everything happened less than 15yds in front of my face.
I walked into the tan colored corn stalks and found my arrows. Then the most perfect blood trail you could ask for, the corn was painted crimson for 30yds and a white belly could easily be seen.
Still one of my most favorite hunts.