Well, basically the story starts with a case of mistaken identity. I started getting his pics about 2 weeks before the season and almost immediately recognized the shape of his rack as a deer I had pics of for 3 years prior. I set my sights on him and him alone. The week leading up to opening day he was in front of my stand every day except Tuesday evening. I dont hunt mornings in the early season so saturday evening would be my first hunt and the wind was going to be perfect. That morning he didn’t come in (had several spartan wireless cameras monitoring the area). That got me a little nervous because he’s only missed a couple mornings that week. Me and the cameraman got settled about 4, and we’re covered up in deer all evening. The sun set and he was a no show. He never visited that night or the next morning. Sun evening we went back to the same stand but I was really doubtful he’d show. At this point I was fearful someone had killed him Saturday morning. Once again him and his 2 running mates were no shows Sunday evening. My camera man had another job starting Monday evening so I considered not going at all. Then Monday morning when I woke up his running mates had visited right at daylight. Both of those deer were mature and were definitely worthy of my arrow. I climbed in the stand about 5 that evening and within minutes had a nice young buck step out. By 5 min til 6 I had 10-12 deer all around me. One doe was acting like she was gonna get down wind so I was intent on watching her. My attention was on her for about 2 minutes when I heard hooves stomping and deer scattering. I snapped my head around and he’s standing walking straight away at 15 yards. In one movement I stand, grab my bow and come to full draw. By now he’s at 19 yards broadside. When I release he lurches forward and rolls out causing my arrow to hit way back. I didn’t realize at the time but as he spun it caused the arrrow to exit way forward. Although it went in just in front of his left hip, it exited right behind the right shoulder. I just so happened to get a spartan pic as he exited the field and the blood was easily visible. I got a dog to go in anyways just in case. While he ran about 300 yards total, he doubled back and fell dead just 75 yards from where I shot him. Now the rest of the story. Theres a guy that hunts near me and we share pics back and forth. He was adamant that the deer I thought I killed had been killed last year. Then I got to going back through trail cam pics and realized he was right. Last year he was a 3yo with his entire right side broke off and after asking around I got pics of the other buck and sure nuff he was dead last December. He’s my first velvet buck, my first archery buck in Ky since longer than I care to mention, and my largest archery buck in Ky. While he’s quite a bit smaller than my best deer, I think he’s gonna take center stage on my trophy wall after I get him from the taxidermist. I’m more proud of this buck than any I’ve ever killed.