The next few days of hunting were both great and demanding. It was cold and windy, but I saw deer and had some very nice sits. It is now the morning of my last day. It is a balmy 15 degrees, and other than trying to keep my hands warm (I hate trying to shoot in gloves), I was feeling pretty good about my stand in a cedar on a wheat field edge with perfect wind.
A doe and yearling came out and the yearling decided to smell around where I walked in the stand. I was standing and frozen wishing him away for the next half hour while he milled around enjoying himself. Then a nice 7 point came out and walked the edge I was in. I almost shot, but again, he was so close that my draw spooked him just a little and I decided not to take the marginal shot.
But, I was standing and in position and thought I heard something coming from the opposite direction a ways off. As soon as I saw decent horns and a buck working the edge licking branches, I decided I'd draw early and hold. So I drew and right after I do, the buck is licking the branch right below me almost looking up at me. He is actually looking over my head and exposing his neck, but I did not have a great shot. He then turned and took a step and at about 10 feet I let the arrow fly. I could hear something like air coming out of a baloon, but knew it was a little high (it was a steep angle). He ran off with about 10" of arrow in him, but I was glad to see the arrow wasn't flopping around. I then heard crashing in the woods.
About 3 hours later we came back and he had died right there about 125 yards from where I shot. He wasn't as big as the first 2 bucks, but it was a memorable ending to a great hunt with my dad!