I was just about to get out of the stand since it was getting dark but I looked over to my right and saw a buck rubbing on a tree. I couldn't see too well since it was darker out. He walked straight a little ways but I couldn't see him still because of the pine trees were in the way. he stopped and looked up a me and I knew right then that he was the deer I've been hunting. I took a shot a him from 80 yards and he ran towards the cotton field. He then to a sharp right turn in the field and I then watched him fall down. I yelled "Yes I finally got him" and called my dad right away. my dad and sister came out to the field to help with the buck. We started at where he was when I shot him and had a good blood trail going. We followed the blood and found him lying in the field 75 yards from where he was standing when I shot him.
