I’ve been deer hunting with my bro and dad since they would finally let me go with - so somewhere around 12 years old (just turned 30 the weekend before this year’s bow opener - Happy Big 30 Buck to me!) and bowhunting for the last 4 years. That morning, I hiked to my stand the near the top of the hill, hoping to see a few does to make the hike worthwhile, but didn't have any high expectations. Just before 7:30am I hear some rustling, saw antlers, and grabbed my bow from the hanger while shaking like a leaf. Looked again, saw more antlers, and they were bigger yet! A fork, followed by a shooter 8, then this 10 pointer with velvet hanging from his antlers were only about 20 yds away, level with my stand on the hill, walking a trail that goes about 10-15 yds behind my stand. I waited for an opening to get standing. Somehow the shaking ended as I just went through the motions and drew my bow. I locked on the 10 and followed him into the next opening and let it fly! I saw a mark in his fur where it looked like my arrow had gone in, and knew it was a solid hit. Then the shaking started up again! He only went about 60 yds. I've had my close calls with big bucks, but hadn't been able to harvest a big guy...till now!