I'd been hunting out of a climber all morning. I got down at 10:30, and went back at 2:30. I had a bunch of squirrels playing back behind me, making all kind of racket. At 5:30 I heard something back behind me, and assumed it was a squirrel. I glanced back, and the 8 pt. was walking about 40 yds. from me, headed to the cutover. As soon as he got past the tree I was sitting in I picked my rifle up, cocked it, and put a big ole bullet, tight behind the front shoulder. He hit the ground DRT, it got dark 20 minutes later, and just like that deer season was over.