The sun was just below the horizon and the grunts of several bucks swirled around us keeping me on my toes. Not wanting to give my position a way I remained focused on the grunts that came from in front of me. As the sun slowly peaked over the distant horizon a doe made her way through the CRP in front of me. I knew this was it; right behind her was a nice whitetail buck. I watched as he made his way to me completely unaware that I stood 20 yards in front of him. As he put his head down I drew back, holding in full draw I waited as he stepped into a slight clearing. Without hesitation I let her fly. Meat in the pot! My Dad would say. 5O yards away lay my first Kansas White tail. Bear you have my thanks.