Time flew by, and soon enough it was noon and I had to pee. I started making arrangements, hanging up my bow, finding an empty bottle in my pack, when I heard running through the leaves behind me. I turned to see a doe bolting my way. Behind her was a buck headed up the funnel. I reached for my bow and took a quick look at him through my binocular. I saw wide, heavy antlers and knew instantly that he was a shooter. I drew my bow, stopped the buck with a bleat at about 35 yards, and released. I watched the arrow zip below his belly. But my bleat only brought the buck closer, so I nocked another arrow, drew, and fired again. This time I hit the buck square behind the shoulder and he fell forward before skidding off the top of the ridge.