Probably 10 yrs ago or so when I killed my biggest bow buck to date and my first for the books. He snuck in on me while sitting down and I remember looking at him through the grate on my treestand for what felt like an eternity.He was basically sniffing the pegs on my tree and I had one chance but I would have to stand up with him directly under me. I went for it and got stood up, now it was on. He basically stepped into the only clear shot I had, a quartering away shot at 15 yds. This was my defining "archery moment" second only to the most adrenalin I have ever felt in the field-my sons first buck.