So I go out around 4pm to see if anything is moving, two nights earlier I saw a fair sized buck cruise through the tall grass definitely headed somewhere. I go in about 30 yards, find a blown over tree stump to sit on and try get comfortable. After an hour or so my throat is itchy and I muffle a few coughs, and reposition cause my left cheek is numb...why is it always my left cheek? The squirrels are driving me crazy, acorns are falling all over the place and it feels like I just drank a gallon of coffee...just twitching mildly at this point. About this time I see him, 60 yds away and quartering towards me working his rub line casually. At 40 yds he decides to head off to the left up a trail heading away from me. Bugger, all of this was going like it was scripted from one of those videos you see at Bass Pro. Now what am I supposed to do?. As luck would have it I had picked up a grunt call a couple days earlier. at Bass Pro, so I let out a couple grunts and wait. Nothing, so I let out a couple more and wait again. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets as the big bruiser appears at the bottom of the small gulley headed right towards me. He's at 30 yds and closing. My movement and slight noise was covered up by a light breeze rustling the trees as I came to full draw. I kept my 20 yd pin on him as he continued woking his way down the trail, I can't seem to get a open shot. Just before he gets behind some small saplings he stops to graze on some acorns. Pin is set tight behind his righft sholder and I let it rip, thwack...I think I hit a tree trunk! The big bruiser turns 90 degrees to the left, and bolts back up the small hill only to pause after 35 yds or so. Too far and too obscured to shoot again I stand and watch in disbelief. Wait, he's starting to wobble. After a few unstable steps he colapses and slides down the bank about 20 yds to his final resting place. It gets calm and quiet as if it was a dream, aside from the fact that I am shaking in my boots! What an incredible hunt, I didn't see this coming!