The morning of October 7th started out just like any other morning during bow season, with the coffee pot alarm going off and hunting gear being loaded up in the truck. The area that I hunt is completely surrounded by water so the only means of access is by boat and then either pirogue through the swamp or walk onto a high ridge. After my boat reaches the island, I have a 3/4 of mile pirogue ride through some small sloughs until I come to the ridges where I hunt and from there it's about a half mile walk to where I'm hunting. This certain area has several oak trees that are dropping lots of acorns and the deer are hitting them pretty hard. With the rut right around the corner I was hoping for a doe to possibly lead a buck right under the trees I was at for an easy shot. So here I am 25 ft up in my climber, hot and sweating some from the long trip into this spot and fighting off mosquitoes until my thermacell gets heated up. Daylight has come and the squirrels start doing what they do in the top of the oaks and for the most part they have all of my attention. 15 minutes has went by already and I just happen to look to my right and there stands this deer 20 yards away quartering away from me, I notice he has a large rack and I didn't take long on my decision. I pick up my bow and release the arrow into the air, the shot was perfect and after a 60 yard sprint I could hear the deer crashing into the ground. I stayed in the tree shaking for about 15 minutes then got down to see what I had done. Without having to do any tracking I walk straight to the deer and was amazed by the size of this majestic animal. After a few pictures and text, the work began and I played back and forth in my head what happened and how exciting this adventure was. I was truly blessed on this day and still playing what happened in my head. Now it's time to get back out there and continue doing what I love.