Heard him coming in, he saw me in my tree stand and a 20 minute stare down ensued. I swear he could see into my soul . I didn’t move and eventually he decided to slowly turn around to walk away @ 30 yards. Perfect quartering away shot. Kicked, walked off maybe 20 paces and a big crash. I waited about half an hour before creeping in. Arrow passed through clean and was stuck in the ground, covered in bright red blood. A short distance away he was lying dead in the brush. Tough drag out!