A short time later, I heard more deer heading my way—a lot of deer. One of the three monster bucks was among them, and he stopped broadside at 14 yards. I began to draw but had to freeze to avoid getting busted by two other bucks. The monster sauntered under my tree and stopped again to nibble on a little cedar bush. He was 4 yards from me, his vitals obscured by the lower limbs of my tree. If I’d had a heart condition, it would have claimed me right then and there. Several more bucks passed by, and soon this big fellow decided it was time to go. As he walked away I drew my bow, trying desperately to get off a good shot. I had to reverse cant my longbow to get on the deer, and just as I was about to drop the string, my arrow fell off the shelf. In an instant he was gone, and I stood there in shock. How does one spend several minutes just 4 yards from an unaware buck without putting an arrow in him? I’m still not sure of the answer to that question.