It all got a little crazy for a moment or two. I was pretty sure I had a doe right under me and another on the other side of the tree, but the buck was at the base of the tree and I started pivoting around to face the way they were going and not the way they had been coming.
Getting turned around seemed to go very well. The buck was just walking out from the other side of my tree and the does were walking off without a clue. I had long since determined that I would shoot this buck if presented an opportunity so his rack ceased to hold any interest for me. It was his ribs that I was interested in and getting a good look at them from a broadside perspective.
My bow sat comfortably in my left hand, my Buffalo Big Shot glove wrapped around the string with familiarity I knew when it happened it would be all on instinct and would happen suddenly.
The buck walked slowly out from behind my tree and a few yards past me to a small, crooked sapling barely 5 yards from the base of the tree.
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