A week prior (Nov 8th) my boys and I went to the farm I have hunted for 10 years, baited, placed a blind and put up cellular cam. I chose a location that in years past has been a heavily used deer trail. In my observation the quantity and quality of the deer on this farm has decrease significantly over the past 10 years, but is still not bad (much better than the 90's in NW Ohio). We spent hours setting stands and brushing in this blind that was only 15 yards from the bait pile. We hunted that weekend in Tusc county and my buddies cabin in Muskingum county. We had no pictures or activity on the bait pile for 4 days, then we had a steady stream of deer and turkey at all hours of the day, we made plans to return and hunt the afternoon of Sat 15th. We got into stand at 3:00 on the dot, carried in bait and set up. 4:28 the 8 point Liam killed came in quickly to the corn pile. The blind is naturally hidden by fallen timber and brush, so we can only see to our left about 5-10 yards down the deer trail, the deer was on us. He did not go in a straight line to the corn pile, which would of offered a broadside shot, the 8 circled around a tree, eating out of the pile staring in our direction only giving a frontal shot. After about 2 minutes of not turning and continuing to eat in a frontal to us, Liam slowly moved up to his scope and I told him we were going to have to take a neck shot. The 8 was turning his head looking behind him periodically, I told Liam "next time he turns put in an arrow in his neck". I click off his safety at 4:31 the buck turns his head and I say "shoot". LIam hits the buck just a tad back and it almost looks like he gets shoulder and the deer runs off. I also need to add that this is the hardest my heart has ever pounded in my life, watching your son attempt to kill a buck at 15 yards is much more exciting than of my kills. So the deer runs off, we immediately exchange OMG's and look at the clock to mark the time. 5 minutes into waiting, I check the trail camera to see if it caught the shot, it did, I text the pic to Giles, Mike and 2 other non Too hunters. I call Giles whispering, "what do you think of the shot"? , he whispers back "that deers dead, that broadhead is working around the vitals cutting everything up" and then he says "why the fug am I whispering"? and we both start laughing. Mike thought it might not of caught enough and was worried as was I. I get out of blind at 4:58 and look at the bait pile where I had shot, nothing no blood, I check about 10 yards, nothing no blood, side note- it was supposed to start raining at 6. I tell Liam, I think I heard it crash above us on this trail, we are going to walk this trail and start looking for deer/blood (there was obvious tracks the buck made). 60 yards down the trail up hill lays Laim's 8. For the next hour I drag this buck up the side of a holler with the help of my son. Total drag with help of a cart took me 55 minutes, also I have developed a debilitating sciatic nerve pain now that makes me walk with limp and is very painful (getting surgery in the summer probably), I think I seen Jesus about 4 times on that drag. On the way home Liam and I stopped at a gas station in Strasburg to pick up ice for the cavity and to cut out the lungs and the heart (I had only taken out the guts in the field). I told Liam get ready to talk and tell your story, guys are going to walk up and wanna take a look and talk hunting. We pulled in I began cutting the organs and out and putting a ice in the cavity and small group of guys walk over as I predicted. They first ask me about the deer and I direct them to my boy. Liam stood there with 3 or 4 guys, telling them how far it was and where he shot it, etc and each one congratulated him and gave him a fist bump. I got a lot of joy standing there observing 3 generations of hunters fellowship over a harvest. It was a great day