Well it was a good morning. Had 6 does come in at 0815. Big one was was nervous, then she pegged me. I was sitting on ground up against a stump. She blew at me. Well, if she blows she goes! Boom! Dropped her. Other deer just stood around. I was casually getting my stuff together and making all types of noise, when I looked over and there, sniffing my dead doe, was an 8pt! I panicked. Hadn't even reloaded my gun. It was a circus of me digging through my pockets finding my loads, trying to get it loaded. Dropped my primer, twice. Finally got it loaded. Buck wasn't too happy about what was going on and decided to move out. I rushed the shot and killed a nice poplar tree!