I replayed the morning's events in my head: The deer started trickling out of the alfalfa field at 8 a.m. just like I had seen them do the morning before. Soon, three does and a buck made their way past my hide in a thin finger of cottonwood trees. I drew back just before the buck walked into my shooting lane, but the does busted me and the little herd scattered. The buck trotted from 15 yards to 20, then to 30 yards and then to 40. He stopped, turned broadside, I leveled my 40-yard pin and shot. Perfect.