We wake up before the crack of dawn,
I crawl up in my stand before the morning sun
hoping to see more than just grey squirrels running the woods,
but I know no matter what the woods and I become one

I sit in my climber stand and patiently wait,
while the red and orange autumn leaves fall from above
the sun shines off the apples and corn on my bait
and the scent of doe urine drifts in the breeze.

Outta no where I hear sticks breaking
leaves rustling,
I try not to move
but it’s only a squirrel looking for acorns

Not minutes later
a doe sprints by like a track runner.
My heart slams blood through my veins
because I know what's behind her-

He trots on in
my legs start to tremble
I make a quick bleat
and he stops.

I draw my Hoyt Vector 32 back
take aim behind his shoulder
with my one pin HHA sight-

Smack,
the Rage broadhead
slices through both lungs.
And all i see is his massive rack
stumbling through the thick underbrush.