I woke up at 3:30am on Tuesday and started coffee. Then I checked the airport's weather site. Hmmm falling barometer all night, winds calm, mild temps. I knew a cold front was pushing through. Looked outside and could see fog across the moon. Checked the solunar tables with the second cup. 6am to 8am showed a major activity period, the day overall was rated average. Stirred around and got it together. Thought I had everything- left the socks on the couch arm, oh well, isn't like I haven't hunted barefoot in boots before..... Drove the ten minutes to my hay pasture, and got all my stuff together. Good foggy morning. Quiet. I had a scrape line along the fence line on the west edge. And, I had seen a couple of small trees with rubs also. Walked across the field, had enough ambient that I was looking to see if any trails had crossed. Didn't see any. No movement, still and quiet. Boots leak just a tad on the outer seams... have to try harder to remember them socks. Got up in my stand, the seat is 24 ft off the ground. It overlooks a creek bottom that a power line crosses. About 2 acres of bottom with big pines and oaks, some mixed hardwood. There is also a briar patch there, between the bottom and the field, it is about 1/2 of an acre. It has honeysuckle, blackberries, persimmons, some man stopper tangles, different browse, and poke berry plants. I have thrown a bit of fertilizer on it from time to time to "enhance" the patch. The sun never really started to shine, it just got brighter. I could see the field behind me and the scrape line across the field. I was wondering if the bluebirds and chickadees would be along. I've had chickadees land on the rifle barrel while sitting there before. The bluebirds just fuss at me for being in their perch. Kept watching the bottom, they like to cross there. I'd check the field from time to time, and swivel around to see the big persimmon tree on the east side. There is fruit in the tree, but absolutely none on the ground under it. The only thing under is deer tracks. About 7:20, I saw brown. Then I saw antler. Heart rate perked up, then I calmed. He was moving slowly through the honeysuckle eating the flower tops off. I raised the rifle and looked, then eased it down, and looked again. "Maybe I'll let him walk" I thought; "well... I did intend to put meat in the freezer this year". Then he disappeared. I figured he may have bedded down. "If he beds down, I'll let him be", I thought. Then I saw him clear the honeysuckle working slowly towards the edge, through the blackberry briars. As he neared the edge, he stood broadside at about 75 yds. I raised the .257 and centered for a heart shot, steady, steady, squeeeeeeze, BAM. Hit good, he lunged out into the field a few yards and expired. It was quiet again, and foggy, and still.