He was the buck I was looking for but I was not sure if I would see him opening night as he had not shown on the camera for the 2 or 3 days before the opener.
I was in the stand at ~4:45. At ~6pm I had a young doe come by but not hang out long. At 6:59 I saw a buck as he walked in around the edge of the standing corn heading my way. I carefully lifted my binoculars as there were a couple similar 8 points on camera and expected it to be one of them. I could not believe he was the 1st buck I saw. He headed right to me with one of the smaller 8 points right behind him. I expected to get a shot right away and immediately drew. He proceeded to not offer a shot and I was forced to hold for 2+ minutes (confirmed by trail camera pictures) as the smaller buck must of seen me drawing and proceeded to stare me down. Once the smaller buck finally relaxed I was able to let down - the bigger buck had no idea what was going on. I then had to watch them feed at ~20 yards for 25 minutes as he managed to stand with his vitals behind the one branch in between us. After feeding he decided it was time to move on and walked past my stand at ~8 yards on a mission. After watching him for 25 minutes I needed to draw, swing around, settle in on aim, and try to stop him in the matter of seconds. I watched my arrow drive into him up to the fletching as he ran out of site within a few steps. After I replayed the shot in my head I realized I saw him start to turn his head when I tried to stop him but he never did stop. The shot was a hair further back than I hoped but still felt good. After giving him some time my father and I started the tracking. The blood started immediately and had bubbles but was dark so we suspected 1 lung and liver. After a short trail we decided to give a bit more time and come back a couple hours later and look in the dark. We ended up finding him not too far from where we stopped trailing him. He was dead in some tall grass on the edge of the creek that ran past my stand.
This was my first velvet buck after hunting in Kentucky every year (except 2019) since my first trip in 2014. I am looking forward to getting him back from the taxidermist.