Around 1:30, I inexplicably decided to stand up and take a look around. As I reached to my right to grab my binocular, I heard something approaching through the leaves. I looked toward the sound and saw the buck I was after heading directly toward my tree. He was at 40 yards and closing quickly. He saw my movement and looked directly up at me. Because the trees were so gnarly, my stand was only 12 feet off the ground. For that reason, I usually hunt with a decoy—to take the focus away from me. The buck cautiously checked me out for several more seconds, before seeing the decoy. At that point, he pinned his ears back and it was on. I pulled my bow back as he went behind the trunk of my tree and let the arrow fly, as soon as his vitals cleared the other side. He was probably only 2 steps away from the base of my tree. The arrow smacked into his side but did not pass through. He jumped to the side probably thinking that the decoy gored him. He demolished it before he turning to run into an uncut field. I gave him plenty of time, to be sure, but the blood trail was easy to follow through the standing sedan, and I was able to recover my biggest whitetail to date. His unofficial score was 164 4/8.