2nd day of firearm season took this 8 pointer from the top of a huge brush pile that was surrounded by scrapes. The big ol dude came out of the woods 5 minutes after 7am, lured by tinks 69 scent. I did not know if I would be able to turn 160 degrees raise my Rem 700 6mm without him seeing me. As slow as I could I managed to turn and place the cross hairs on his head. I kept waiting for him to turn sideways. The johnson grass was to high. As I watched through the scope he slobbered and rutted brush as he walked straight at me. I looked over the scope to see how close he really was, "OH MY GOD" he was just about 20 yards from me. I did not want him to scent me. I gotta shoot him in the head,
So I pulled the trigger. He went down as fast as my finger touched the trigger. This was my first deer. My heart still beats fast thinking about it.