That night I kept hearing movement in the stalks behind me, and when the sun disappeared I thought, It's prime time. I'd been looking out the north windows, then the west, then north again. No deer. But I got on my knees and clipped my release onto the string just the same. It was down to the last minutes of shooting light when I heard a noise and looked out the west window. Right there, no more than 5 yards away, a huge 13-pointer was walking north. I drew and held my breath. In another second, he stepped into my shooting lane. I grunted softly, he stopped broadside, and I touched the release.