Ok, sorry to keep all of you waiting. Me, my buddy Michael, and my dad all went out hunting on Saturday evening. My buddy Michael and I sat about 150 to 200 yards apart looking over the same picked corn field. It was getting dark, and I could hear something behind me so I stood up and tried to find out what it was. I first saw two does and right behind the 2 does was a nice buck. Meanwhile, my buddy Michael had just shot his deer and got out of the tree stand and was coming to get me from mine. As he was coming around the point he noticed the 2 does standing and the field and then saw the buck making a scrape about 10 yards in front of me. So he laid down in the field to hide. The buck got done making his scrape and came towards my shooting lane that was about 25 yards away. I drew back and tried to stop him, but as he stopped, he faced me, giving me no shot. He started to walk toward me and got about 20 yards. He turned broadside walking and I let the arrow fly, and I put it right behind the shoulder he ran about 60 yards and piled up into the trees. My buddy Michael watched the whole thing happen while laying in the corn field.