We had a good cold opening morning here in Indiana, and wasn't sure if I dressed for it. I got to my tree at 5a, and was ok untill that sun started peeking through. It got cold, started flexing my arms, legs and butt muscles to try to keep circulation going. It wasn't frigid by any means, around 35, but a long sleave cotton and a flannel just didnt cut it. At one point around 6:30 I had quivered my arrow and tied my drop string to my bow to let it down, out of the tree, but I talked myself out of that, thank god. At about 7:15 I heard something moving in the thickett behind me, so I slowly turned to identify. To my suprise I saw head gear moving straight toward me. Slowly sttod up, deer walked behind tree, drew bow, whistled, WACKED. Double lunger at about 27 yds, the buck jumped straight up and landed on his chest, then got up and ran about 15 yds, stopped and just stood there and bled, alot. He then wagged his tail and started walking toward the thicket again. I knocked another arrow and waited for him to stop, which he did. He was starting to hang his head and his tail wasn't wagging anymore, but I double lunged him again anyway. Tracking consisted of stepping over a few logs and walking about 25 yds. Awesome hunt. forever engrained in my memory. 8 pointer about 16 in inside spread, 160 lbs. I have pic but is to big for archery talk to handle.