Here the story. I got in the stand about 5am. I was hearing a lot of leaves cracking and such before daylight, so I knew there was movement. Not long after it got light enough to see, I spotted a few does a couple hundred yards off. It wasn't long and the chase was on. A broke rack nine point, an 8, and a smaller 6 point ran the does all around a pasture. They finally came in my direction. They got behind me, I glanced over to my left and this guy jumped a fence to see what the commotion was all about. I ranged him at 70 then. The whole group ran up a hill thru the wood as I grunted and snort wheezed to get his attention. They paid me no mind and went on. I thought well that's bowhunting, the big one got away again. 20 minutes later, I had 3 does come in and hang out under the stand. I heard a couple of grunts and here he came charging back down the hill thru the timber. When the does looked towards him, I grabbed the crossbow. He came in on a string and I bleated to stop him. Of course he stopped behind a tree with no shot. The does started heading out. He was going with them, I bleated again and he kept moving, no shot. I bleated again LOUD. He slammed on brakes in an opening at about 22 yards and I let her rip. It was a good hit and he didn't go 15 yards. I saw him fall from the stand. I was so excited I started shaking really bad so I sat down for about 30 minutes and tried to get it together before i climbed down lol. So that's my story, just a great day in the woods and I got really lucky and am thankful for it.