Just realized I posted the follow up details elsewhere but not here. Wasn't anything too special but I'll give you what I can.
I have permission on a private place about 10 min from my house. Got out a little later than I wanted and got set right about shooting light. It was really windy, so everything took time getting up and moving that morning. Around 7:45 am I thought I heard a deer working around below me but the understory was so thick I couldn't see anything. The hillside I was hunting was loaded with oaks dropping acorns and is a travel corridor between a food source and bedding. About 8:10 am, I was only seeing squirrels and actually contemplated shooting one as I am working on training my dog to tree. I had put a field tipped arrow on and just had this thought that I was being ridiculous and was out here for deer. Switched back to my broadhead tipped arrow and settled back in. I think it was only 30 seconds or so after that when I caught movement on my left side coming from behind me. He was working his way up a trail towards the bedding and looking away from me. This allowed me to quickly grab my bow, swing to the left a little, draw, and stop him at about 20 yards. The shot went off almost before I had time to process what was happening, simply an automatic response that we all practice so hard for. While I was only about 15 ft up in the tree, I was on a steep hillside and he was probably another 10 - 15 ft below that. I aimed for high lungs and hit exactly where my pin was settled. At the hit, he bolted across the hill and I lost sight of him 20 - 30 yards away but thought I saw him stop. The quiet of the woods after the excitement of the shot always helps calm me down. I thought it was a good hit but wanted to give him time and calm down myself before trying to get out of the tree. I texted my wife and dad to let them know I had hit one and pulled out the binoculars to see if I could find my arrow and see anything at the point of impact. I quickly saw the arrow and it looked completely coated in blood. Scanning to the right, I saw a dollar sized pool of bright crimson. You can't get a better sign than that but I still gave it about 15 min before climbing down and gathering my stuff together. I followed a very obvious blood trail about 30 yards to the area I last saw him. It took a hard turn down hill at that point and about 10 yards away was my buck. He had slid head first down the hill, stopping when his chest hit a small tree. Remember how I said he was at a pretty decent angle? My entry hole was in the top third of the near side lung and my exit hole was essentially in the off side arm pit between the leg and brisket. A pass through and that low of an exit explained why blood started almost immediately.
It wasn't the most storied hunt. I don't have hundreds of photos of the deer and I wasn't hunting way up in the mountains. Honestly, I probably only knew that buck existed for the 45 seconds from seeing it until the shot but I really couldn't be happier.
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