I had Sunday afternoon free for a change.
I spent an hour or so shooting my 70# longbow. I have not played with it in a couple of years but after a while was hitting fairly well with it.
I climbed up in a stand here at the farm about 3:00 in the afternoon, it was a great day to be out.
I had a group of fallow does come in right after the feeder went off.
One was 20 pounds heavier than the others so when it came clear at 15 yards I hauled off and shot it.
It was a awful hit as she almost got under it with the arrow hitting right under the spine.
I was heart sick as I watched her run off with most of my arrow hanging out the top of her back.
For the first 30 years of my bow hunting this would have been black awful, not a drop of blood on the ground to follow, I would have spent the next 4 or 5 hours grid searching the thicket hoping to find my deer.
Thanks to Rod, Courtney and Jerry, things are different now.
I brought Bagley in and started her on the tracks in the soft ground. No words describe the relief of looking ahead of your dog and seeing that white belly shinning at you from 50 yards ahead. This doe didn't bleed a drop in the outside.
There was not even any blood where we found her but that big GK head had blended her lungs and liver as she ran.
I LOVE my dog and she had a sausage biscuit from McDonald's on her way to work this morning.
I spent an hour or so shooting my 70# longbow. I have not played with it in a couple of years but after a while was hitting fairly well with it.
I climbed up in a stand here at the farm about 3:00 in the afternoon, it was a great day to be out.
I had a group of fallow does come in right after the feeder went off.
One was 20 pounds heavier than the others so when it came clear at 15 yards I hauled off and shot it.
It was a awful hit as she almost got under it with the arrow hitting right under the spine.
I was heart sick as I watched her run off with most of my arrow hanging out the top of her back.
For the first 30 years of my bow hunting this would have been black awful, not a drop of blood on the ground to follow, I would have spent the next 4 or 5 hours grid searching the thicket hoping to find my deer.
Thanks to Rod, Courtney and Jerry, things are different now.
I brought Bagley in and started her on the tracks in the soft ground. No words describe the relief of looking ahead of your dog and seeing that white belly shinning at you from 50 yards ahead. This doe didn't bleed a drop in the outside.
There was not even any blood where we found her but that big GK head had blended her lungs and liver as she ran.
I LOVE my dog and she had a sausage biscuit from McDonald's on her way to work this morning.
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