My daughter Abigail and I were in the stand Saturday afternoon. We had been using the grunt call from time to time and right before dark Abigail said she was gonna blow the grunt call one more time. A few seconds later a buck comes up out of the creek bottom and is standing broadside at about 40 yards. I'm looking at him through the binoculars and tell Abigail "get on him and shoot". I hear the hammer come back on her .357 and then the crack of the shot. He takes off and runs into the creek bottom.Then we hear a loud crash. We got down and went to look for blood. There was blood at the sight of the shot but it played out after a few yards. We went to where he entered the woods and found some more and then followed it. We went a few yards and the dirt was all churned up and there was blood splatter on the palmettos. Abigail, said "look around with the flashlight", I did and there he was. He's a gnarly looking 7 pointer with a blade point on one side with a hole in the bottom of one beam, dark with good mass. At least 4.5 years old. Approx. 180 lbs. Abigail was excited enough to light up a Christmas tree.