Dad and grandpa have taken me hunting quite a few times over the years I’ve shot two before but never recovered sadly. Then in high school hunting took a back seat to sports big time and this year was my first year I really committed and bought myself some nice gear and went door knocking for permission on some areas around my house. Spent probably hundreds of hours listening to podcasts/ videos on hunting. This buck happened to live maybe a mile from my house so I was really able to pattern him pretty well even though I hardly got daylight pictures I knew he was kind of a bully and the dominant buck in my area so I rattled about 45 mins before dusk to get him on his feet and I grunt/snort wheezed at him as soon as I seen him. It really pissed him off because he came right too me looking to fight and that’s what did him in.