After loading Wayne's buck, we backed out to glass other beaches we had also seen deer on, and almost right away Luke spotted what looked like a good shooter for me. As we got closer, we saw that this was a really big 3x3. I hopped off the ramp onto the beach as the swell went down, and Luke backed the boat up. I took a few steps, but the buck knew I was there and wasn't sticking around. He started working his way up the hill, and paused at about 30 yards. I drew my bow, and Luke hit the deer bleat to get his attention. I made sure to focus on the shot, released, and saw the feathers disappear into the buck's front shoulder. He took off, but piled up just up the hill, and a huge wave of relief swept over me. It's hard enough to stay consistent with a traditional bow, without having an audience of 4 or 5 guys waiting to see if you've gotten over your yips.