I have been after this deer all season, with close to 50 sits throughout the season it all came together Friday January 12th. The wind was a cold northwest which setup perfect for my stand so in I climb about 3pm. I had 2 small bucks and 2 doe do just what I didn't want and they came on the south side of me to the bean stubble. The 1st buck got down wind and knew something was up, he turned and headed towards the timber along with the other 3. I sat there hoping my target buck wasn't in that group and just holding back. About 10 minutes go by and 400 yards to the north the deer start piling out. I watched them for 5 minutes and they disappeared. Another 5 go by and that herd was coming over the hill closing the gap. I watched but it was all yearlings, doe, and small bucks. They milled around the bean stubble 30-50 west of me. I had spent so much time watching these deer I had no idea another dozen had made there way to the bean stubble straight east. I glassed and saw my target and another bigger deer that I had only seen once. They were 100 yards out and all of the sudden my target buck saw this herd to the west and he was on his way. By this point my fingers were numb and in pain. He got to 30 yards and I drew my bow, i let him come another 5 and stopped him. Hit the release and my bow was so cold it made a horrific noise and the deer dropped. Spine shot and down he goes. I quickly release my harness got down and put the fishing shot in him. Great end to a very long season. The bigger buck never did come any closer than 100 yards but all in all my biggest bow kill to date.