As she got closer, I slowly rotated, preparing for the shot. I wouldn't have a shot until she got almost right underneath me because there was a bunch of branches that hung down from the tree immediately in front of me. Just as she was about to clear the branches, she jolted to as stop and spun around. Like the other does, some of my scent must have settled, instead of all being carried out into the CRP.
I was a little frustrated and concerned about being winded twice in less than an hour of hunting, but was encouraged by all of the deer movement. I settled back into my stand and burrowed my hands deeper into my pockets. This was forecasted to be the coldest morning of my stay with the mercury dropping into the mid to upper teens. Sitting still in such weather wasn't my strong suit.
A short time later, I caught movement coming down the same trail I'd first seen the does early that morning. Lifting my binoculars, I saw antlers coming my way...nice ones! It looked like about a 130" 10 point, plenty big in my book. I stood and pulled my bow from the small branch I had it hanging from. The buck plodded steadily towards me. I worried that he'd catch my scent just like the first does did. The faint east wind had picked up slightly from first light and I hoped that it'd be enough to carry over the the buck. On he came. I raised my bow as he was only a couple of yards from the position I'd decided to shoot from. As I did, my bottom limb tapped the safety bar. The buck went on alert as I drew to anchor. The shot was about 20 yards, a distance I was plenty comfortable with. As the string slipped from my fingers, the buck reacted and the arrow flew high. I was sickened as I watched the buck bound away.