I've hunted this deer for a while now. Decided before this season, I was going to hunt only him, if I didn't kill him, I would be ok not getting one this year and try again next year. Saw some does in a clearing in a small thicket this morning. Watching them through my binos, the buck blew through too quick to get a shot. He checked the does and got on. There's a cleared fenceline on the other side of the thicket then a deep hardwood hollar where I was sure he lived. I thought to myself the only chance I had was to slip up the hill to where I could see him crossing that fenceline going back into the woods. I got out of my shooting house and walked about 150yards up the hill to where I could see up the fenceline. He jumped out of the thicket and stood right in the fenceline. 150yard shot freehand, DRT. I know he's not a giant by many standards, but he's the biggest I've gotten pictures of and he is the one I wanted. There are a thousand things that could've gone wrong but one thing went right, the Lord blessed me and my efforts this morning. Kind of sad knowing he's gone and I wont be able to hunt him anymore. But I passed on a nice 8pt this year that looked just like my buck did three years ago, when I started getting pics of him. His blood lives on.