We set up a 2 man ladder stand on Sunday the 22nd. in a spot I thought would produce. Tuesday was going to be the first evening we could get out. Also the first time this year. Unfortunately my son had an eye appointment that neither of us remembered about until Monday night. I went out alone Tuesday evening. The first and only deer I saw was what I thought was a 6 point at 5:00. He just worked his way through browsing and I filmed him for about 15 minutes. I never watched the footage to verify the size. I was hoping he would be back Wednesday for my son. Wednesday I left work early and we were in the stand by 4:00. At 5:00 2 doe came in behind us and I was pinned looking that way in a stare down. My son tapped my leg and whispered buck out in front. I couldn't move. The buck never stepped out from the thick stuff and disappeared. There are some 25-30 yard lanes surrounded by thick stuff that you can't even see through. Finally the 2 doe passed right under the stand and disappeared. I told my son I would try some tending grunts. About 10 minutes later the buck appeared again in the same spot and then disappeared again. (Not sure that my calling brought him in. Just stating what happened.) Shortly after he disappeared we heard antlers clashing together. A short time after the sounds stopped I thought I heard something behind us. I slowly turned to look back and saw the top of a smaller tree about 10-12' tall swaying and thrashing but I couldn't see the deer. This is great but in the worst possible location for a few reasons. The tree the stand is against is about 3' in diameter. The unseen buck is over my right shoulder and my son is to my left. The tree is too wide for him to shoot from his side. Least of all I wanted to film it but my camera was facing forward and I wasn't risking him a buck by adding more movement. The path right next to the tree he is attacking is a 90 degree quad trail and up a slope about 25 yds. away. He can go straight through a shooting lane or head directly at us. I told my son he had no choice but to stand up now and that he would have to lean over me to shoot. The tree was big enough to block most of the movement. I crouched down as low as my harness would allow and kept looking that way. I was looking under the rear rail. My son said he saw the buck but I still hadn't. It finally stepped out and stopped, quartering to us but it was still a 50/50 chance of which way it was going to go. It seemed like forever. He took a step to the left and offered a shot. With the overhanging foliage one more step meant it was over and any chance at his vitals would disappear. My son took the shot and the buck whirled and took off. My buddy pulled him out with his quad and small trailer. Very little dragging necessary. Sorry for the length but I like reading other members detailed stories. I picture myself being there with them.