2009 on a high fence spot in MS I was setup on a great trail between two planted fields. Every four legged thing with hair used this trail to slip between the two.
15' up in a ladder stand I just knew this honey hole would pay off to see all kinds of things and it did. A herd of elk and red deer cows came through but at 50 yds, oryx took up that same trail as did every other beast that evening. Just out of the hand corn line and a bit to far to make the best shot as they steadily kept moving.
Around 5:30 the whitetail starting moving and made their way down the closer trail to me. I had no less than a dozen Doe munching away when two 8 pts came out followed by a 15 pt with trash everywhere. I stayed as still as possible with my heart pounding so hard my shirt was moving. This was the biggest whitetail I have ever seen. I'm not much into scoring but they had already killed a 160 and 190 class that year so you get the idea of size.
What seemed like an hour passed and they were still there eating. The Toad of a buck finally worked his way in to get a taste of the yellow gold. There he stood, 15yds away and 15' below me.
As a herd of Eiland came rounding through the further end trail, all of the whitetail raised their head up looking at the commotion. This gave me a perfect opportunity to draw the z7.
As I got stretched out and sized up I tapped off on the little bitty goose and let the nocturnal light up like a flare. The first thing I saw was dirt, the first thing I heard was clanking of carbon and the first thing I felt was a heck of a pain just above my knee.
Yep you guessed it. We've all done it. When I drew back my bow in my sitting position and did my slight tilt forward I failed to make sure my leg was turned to the side and the bottom limb hit my leg upon release sending the arrow straight to the ground under the deer bouncing like a rock skipping over a pond.
Needless to saw there was no harvest that evening and a fairly nice bruise to remind me of my rookie mistake of not going through the checklist before squeezing off.
15' up in a ladder stand I just knew this honey hole would pay off to see all kinds of things and it did. A herd of elk and red deer cows came through but at 50 yds, oryx took up that same trail as did every other beast that evening. Just out of the hand corn line and a bit to far to make the best shot as they steadily kept moving.
Around 5:30 the whitetail starting moving and made their way down the closer trail to me. I had no less than a dozen Doe munching away when two 8 pts came out followed by a 15 pt with trash everywhere. I stayed as still as possible with my heart pounding so hard my shirt was moving. This was the biggest whitetail I have ever seen. I'm not much into scoring but they had already killed a 160 and 190 class that year so you get the idea of size.
What seemed like an hour passed and they were still there eating. The Toad of a buck finally worked his way in to get a taste of the yellow gold. There he stood, 15yds away and 15' below me.
As a herd of Eiland came rounding through the further end trail, all of the whitetail raised their head up looking at the commotion. This gave me a perfect opportunity to draw the z7.
As I got stretched out and sized up I tapped off on the little bitty goose and let the nocturnal light up like a flare. The first thing I saw was dirt, the first thing I heard was clanking of carbon and the first thing I felt was a heck of a pain just above my knee.
Yep you guessed it. We've all done it. When I drew back my bow in my sitting position and did my slight tilt forward I failed to make sure my leg was turned to the side and the bottom limb hit my leg upon release sending the arrow straight to the ground under the deer bouncing like a rock skipping over a pond.
Needless to saw there was no harvest that evening and a fairly nice bruise to remind me of my rookie mistake of not going through the checklist before squeezing off.
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