It was cold, 35 degrees, and I hoped the cold weather would have the bucks on their feet earlier than usual that afternoon. Sitting in a ground blind I placed at a fence crossing, the wide-racked muley approached the fence behind two smaller bucks at 5 p.m. I managed about two minutes of video of the buck coming towards the fence, but he saw something he did not like, then turned and walked away. I set the camera down and focused on the hunt. He walked back to the west and bedded down 200 yards away where I could see him. The two small bucks were sparring and pushing and shoving not 40 yards from my blind for almost one hour. At sunset, another small buck approached the scene. When the three small bucks finally vaulted over the fence, the big buck stood from his bed and started to head back my direction. At the last minute of shooting light, the big buck was over the fence and only 15 yards away. My arrow hit him behind the left shoulder, but the angle was slightly quartering-to. The buck trotted 100 yards into a CRP field and bedded, his antlers visible over the tall grass in the fading light. I waited almost an hour, then tip-toed out of the area.