The crap buck......Finally reached the tree height in my climber, I was feeling very bad. It was warm that afternoon with my crossbow still at the foot of the tree. I laid my head on the bar in front wanting to go home. Thinking, now is a good time for a deer to walk up in my condition. Yelp, I looked up to the left, here comes a buck. Passing him up at 40 yards. A serious pain hits me and I pucker my rear. Oh crap! Trying to get the safety harness off and clothes down, I made the setting on the front bar just in time. I sprayed the forest floor. Shooting out 10 yards with so much back pressure, such a relief just in time. Not soon after, a tree rat started to bark to the right up the hill. A deer with it's nose in the air, turning and stomping, I just knew I was about to get blown out. Behold, the nice buck came down the hill crossing behind me at 50 yards. When he got perfect down wind, he turned on a dime and headed straight towards the crap smell stopping every 10 yards to look. At 25 yards quartering, perfect front blade bust through. He ran about 90 yards. When you gotta go, you gotta go.