"I felt silly, but I didn't have any choice and I wanted to see what would happen," Hill recalled. "I stuck out like a sore thumb. Every time someone drove by I dropped into the branches so they wouldn't see me. At least twenty cars passed under my stand that afternoon. My back got so stiff from all the crouching I could barely straighten up. Then, just before sunset, two does stepped from the nearest draw on my side of the road, followed by a big buck. They started heading toward the crossing. When the buck came even with the tree, I shot. He was about twenty-five yards away."