It was the 4th day after opening day. I was in a ground blind, Ameristep Bone Collector. I've been up for the 4 days with limited sleep. So I close my eyes in my outdoor chair. I have the bow (Martin Pride '99') to my left and a buddy sitting next to me on my right, who has never hunted. We both slept from 10am - 1pm, when I woke up and I look 40yrds out and there was his head down munching on some acorns. For a split moment I lost my breathe. I turn to my right and woke my buddy up with a nudge. Now the dear is moving right to left, flat ground, mix of trees, but nice alleys. I reach for my bow, check the release, and draw. Because the dear was moving right to left I was now leaning over my buddy to get the shot down the alley on my left. So now I can see the dears head coming past the brush into the alley on my left. I take a deep breathe looking down my 40 pin through my peep. The arrow was nice and with a brand new 100 grain Muzzy fixed broadhead. The dear is now in the clear and as his front right leg takes his last step, I released the arrow at 280fps. It hits solid, the dear runs, we wait. While waiting I'm freaking out in very quiet excitement. I want to just run out there and start tracking but my brother, who has hunted all his life, always told me to wait so I wouldn't push them. So we waited. About 20 minutes later, we emerged from the group blind. We walk to the spot it was hit and there was a mess, so we followed the little trail about 60yrds and there he was, a young one but decent in size. He was a 6" spike horn, 180lbs, I was so excited. My father went hunting for years when he was younger and he never got anything so I was even more amazed at the fact that I got a dear. One of the best times of my life and I'm now hooked and never stopping. FYI: I started hunting to learn survival and save money with venison.