This is my second year hunting whitetail, and according to my wife, I am obsessed. That being said, it has been fairly disappointing going out day after day and not seeing any big deer. I had filled four tags, but none were big. a spike, a 3 pointer and 2 does. Well yesterday, Christmas eve, I finally got my chance. I went with a friend as a guest to his hunt club. I had to bring my climber, and had to walk through the snow about 400 yards to get to where he wanted me to sit. So I finally get to where he says and all the trees are cedars, and none of them are climber friendly. I ended up finding a pine that I could get about 10 ft up in. The tree I was in was on the edge of a cut corn field. I could see a few hundred yards to my right if I bent down and peered through the other trees, and I could see abour 50 yards to my left through branches, and an open view right in front of me. I was in the stand about 15 min, and I saw a flash of brown to my right. I threw the gun up, and out came a very nice 8 pointer running across the field 150 yards to my right. He got all the way across the field and was getting ready to go into the other set of woods. The only thing I could think to do that far away to get him to stop was to yell. So I gave the biggest baapp I could. He stoped right on the wood line and and looked at me giving me a left broad side shot. He only paused for a second and began to turn to run again so I shot quickly. I honestly was so shaken up from this one minute ordeal that I thought that I missed because he ran, and did not appear to be hurt. Usually when I shoot they do not run. I use a 270 wsm with ballistic tips so they usually will at least fall and get back up. I waited about 30 min to go look, and my friend met me where I shot him at. NO BLOOD! all we had were some tracks in the snow to follow, but this is a deer haven so there were about 20 sets to choose from. We followed several sets of tracks about 150-200 yards and never picked up a blood trail so we called it off and assumed I missed. While walking out of the woods I noticed that my friend had lost his blaze orange hat, well we started backtracking looking for the hat and my friend said "I'll be damned look at that set of horns". There he was about 20 yards from where we were looking, he had a perfect heart shot and he was a perfect 8 pointer. The only people who can understand the feeling of seeing that deer are the ones who have been there. I dont think you could have slapped the smile off my face. All of my hard work and dedication had paid off. Best part is this all happened on Christmas eve. Couldnt ask for a better gift. After walking through these woods, we realized this buck was still in full rut. The smell was the first give away but the area he was running to was filled with scrapes. He scraped all the way to the ground through 20" of snow, and when he was running across the field he was going straight to this area to check the scrapes. Right place at the right time! here are a couple of pics.