OK, I've come late to the game here, as in I'm 50 years old and just started bow hunting a couple years ago when my older son got interested. He insisted on Trad, and that was fine with me. We did a lot of home work, found a mentor, started on state land, later got access to private land,saw a lot of deer, but neither of us got a shot until last evening.
I was still hunting along a well used trail, about 15 to 20 yards away, wind coming to me. I was stopped with tree behind me, completely covering my silhouette. I heard steps coming down the trail, and the biggest buck I've seen yet is coming. Twelve points, very tall tines. I may be crazy, but I swear he was gray around the muzzle (Do they get gray?). 20 paces away he stops and now he looks nervously at me. Hesitates, turns back down the trail, walks, stops, turns his head and I let fly - underneath him!
Even though I missed, that was the best time I've had in a long while! I will be out there every available minute!