Post by Professor T on Nov 14, 2008 1:48:45 GMT -6
November 4th... OK, this is the last hunt of the week, my grandson's 1st birthday party is Sunday so time is running out. My brother, Paul, is spending the weekend at the camp but hunting his lease this afternoon. I hunted the Lone Oak Stand from 3:00 till 5:32pm. It is a good calm afternoon and not to warm. Weather conditions are perfect but the moon is full and up by 4pm. At about 5:25pm a deer came out of the trail I made to Austin's Alley on the east side of the plot. It looked like a medium doe. She fed at about 38 yards for a couple of minutes and the headed south on the plot. When she got even with the pecan tree she turned straight toward the feeder and then walked north a little more. I put the binoculars on her to make sure she was a doe and saw a slick head. She eased up to the feeder and was giving me a quarter-2-me shot which I didn't want. After feeding for a minute or so she turned more broad side. I waited until she lowered her head to feed again and drew back. At 17 yards I am never comfortable on the draw. Once I got situated I put the green pin on the vitals a little on the low side and released.
I don't even remember pulling the trigger the shot was a natural. I have planned this shot for 10 months. It finally happened according to plan. When the arrow hit I heard that so sweet noise "WHACK!". She jumped 6 to 8feet in the air whirled around to the other side of the pecan tree and made another jump like a buck horse trying to rid itself of a rider. Then she ran south about 20 yards and east into the cut over. About 10 seconds after entering I heard what sounded like something trying to knock down every little tree on the place, then silence. I felt confident about the shot.
I then gave my thanks to God for this gift and gathered my belongings and climbed down. It was still light enough to find my arrow which was stuck in the ground next to the pecan tree. One of the fletchings was loose and the arrow was covered in blood, but I knew this anyway. I now looked for a blood trail which started just on the other side of the pecan tree. The trail was easy to follow all the way to the spot I marked where the deer entered the cut over. I layed my bow there and went back to the camp.
My brother, Paul was hunting his lease and called while walking back from his stand. He hadn't seen anything. I told him I had one for him to help drag out. It took about half an hour for him to get there and we went to the back to find the deer. Well let me tell you I now know what all that noise was. That deer took the absolute hardest path through the cut over for about 25 more yards. Paul walked up on her first...UH OH! I made the WALL OF OOPS. I told him NO WAY!. He was right. It was a spike or at least a male deer with antlers broken through the skin. They were not above the skin though. It weighed 90 lbs which is about average for a yearling doe and a little small for a yearling buck. Legal but not under my own rules but a true mistake. My SIL will have a field day (year) with this.
On the brighter side, I made a double lung shot which I could not have placed the arrow any better with my own hands. I am happy with the kill. Muzzy Moment # 2 has gone down in the history books and I love bow hunting even more than I did before. Life is great.
I don't even remember pulling the trigger the shot was a natural. I have planned this shot for 10 months. It finally happened according to plan. When the arrow hit I heard that so sweet noise "WHACK!". She jumped 6 to 8feet in the air whirled around to the other side of the pecan tree and made another jump like a buck horse trying to rid itself of a rider. Then she ran south about 20 yards and east into the cut over. About 10 seconds after entering I heard what sounded like something trying to knock down every little tree on the place, then silence. I felt confident about the shot.
I then gave my thanks to God for this gift and gathered my belongings and climbed down. It was still light enough to find my arrow which was stuck in the ground next to the pecan tree. One of the fletchings was loose and the arrow was covered in blood, but I knew this anyway. I now looked for a blood trail which started just on the other side of the pecan tree. The trail was easy to follow all the way to the spot I marked where the deer entered the cut over. I layed my bow there and went back to the camp.
My brother, Paul was hunting his lease and called while walking back from his stand. He hadn't seen anything. I told him I had one for him to help drag out. It took about half an hour for him to get there and we went to the back to find the deer. Well let me tell you I now know what all that noise was. That deer took the absolute hardest path through the cut over for about 25 more yards. Paul walked up on her first...UH OH! I made the WALL OF OOPS. I told him NO WAY!. He was right. It was a spike or at least a male deer with antlers broken through the skin. They were not above the skin though. It weighed 90 lbs which is about average for a yearling doe and a little small for a yearling buck. Legal but not under my own rules but a true mistake. My SIL will have a field day (year) with this.
On the brighter side, I made a double lung shot which I could not have placed the arrow any better with my own hands. I am happy with the kill. Muzzy Moment # 2 has gone down in the history books and I love bow hunting even more than I did before. Life is great.