Done for the season this afternoon at 1510 hrs. Did some blind calling and within 2 minutes a small 8 came running out of the thick hemlocks and ran down the ridge, figuring that another buck must have run him out. Sure enough couple minutes later here comes this buck cruising at about 40 yds. I doe bleated with my mouth, he stopped and the rest is history. His left G3 was broken in half.