Few years back I hunted Ohio with some friends from GA. These boys got there 2 days before me and it rained those 2 days and 3 more after I got there. It stopped raining and turned dreadful cold for southern boys. I had no clue where I was going so I climbed along side a road next to a clear cut. I ran deer off in the clear cut after I got climbed high enough for the deer to see me. I sat there until 10 o’clock then got down. I walked across the clear cut to a patch of woods with a big hollow leading up to it. I put my climber around a tree in some great deer sign. Beautiful woods big white oaks little draws heading out of the hollow. I rolled back to camp. The boys were about to head out on a tracking job so I loaded up to go. Bobo kilt a big 8 and the celebration began. I couldn’t hunt that evening not able. I got up the early the next morning got all the clothes I had on. I headed out to my stand climbed up waiting on daylight. It got light enough to see not light enough to shoot. I was slam covered up in deer. I hunkered up trying to stay warm deer moving everywhere. Finally a good one gets close enough to get ready. I stand up shoot and kilt a limb arrow splinters hitting the ground in all directions. I sit down reload another arrow and wait. It is no time before another deer gets in range. I shoot hit the same limb again arrow splinters raining down. I reload another arrow hang my bow up sit down. I know I ain’t shooting in that direction again no matter what. It’s nigh on mid morning guts are growling hungry as all heck. Thinking about climbing down reached up to get my bow off the hook. I guess it was luck but a buck and a good one was coming up one of the draws. I stand and draw released the arrow watched it like it was in slow motion as the arrow entered a little low but otherwise perfect. The buck took a few steps and died. The most beautiful heart shot I have ever made. A nine point with a little kicker off his left side. The good Lord helps bow hunters.