I remember mine. It was a 3pt. It was right at dark. I heard something behind me and turned to see. It was too nice little bucks, a spike and a 3pt. They split up and went around the tree I was in. I remember watching them through the bottom of my climber. I remember biting the cam of my bow, trying to keep from shaking! The walked up, nose to nose at the corn pile, looked around and dug in. I give it a few minutes to gather myself together. I decided to take the 3pt. I shot and took off. The spike jumped in right behind him. He ran about 20 yards, jumped a creek and collapsed. The spike stopped and looked at him for a minute then, turned and walked back to the corn pile, with blood on it, and began eating. I watched him til it got dark then, had to run him off to get down. I must say, I was hooked after that!