I figured I would share a hunting story that didn't turn out the way I hoped after 6 yrs of trying. This hunt will forever haunt me and one I will never forget! As we inch closer to bow season I can't help but think about these two deer which I know have spread there genes over the last several years. The first buck in my first couple pics I seen the first time in 2013 and he was probably a 4 yr old and very nice deer for East Texas. I started bow hunting in 2012 and I have killed numerous doe and pigs with my bow and bucks with a rifle but never with my bow. I have passed several young shooters and spikes but just never could get the chance on a big one. In 2014 this big buck came out on me the last weekend of October and never gave me a shot opportunity. Man was I pumped up after seeing him but still let down for no shot opportunity. I had pics of this guy up until 2017. Fast foward to October 28th 2018. I was sitting in a tree stand and passed a young 3yr old about 14" that morning and never seen anything else. It was about 10 am and we needed to pack up and head back towards Houston. I text my wife and said I was about to pack up and climb down and she said just sit till 11. At 10:50 am I caught movement and new it was the biggest buck I would possibly get a shot on in East Texas over the last 6 years of bow hunting. My heart was racing as he stepped out into my opening. He circled around and started to leave and I whistled at him. As he stopped I was at full draw and he gave me a quartering away shot at 18yrds and I let it fly! I knew I hit him and I knew the shot was a little high but at the angle I was shooting 18ft up I just knew I got lungs and he was probably 40 or 50 yrds away. My heart was racing and I text my wife and father in law and told them I shot a stud and I felt really good about the shot. I waited an hour and they came to meet me and we started the search. 10 yrds behind the feeder I find the broken arrow that penetrated the opposite side and it was broke off at 19 1/2". I just knew I smoked him. That day from then on has forever haunted me! We found 1 drop of blood where the arrow was laying and nothing else. We grid searched for 4 hours and came up empty handed! I was in the garage today and came across this 19 1/2" piece of arrow and replayed this hunt in my mind like it was yesterday. Im posting some pics of what im sure was the dad and the one I shot both from 2017. I know there different deer because the older one I had at 7 or 8 then had a broken left brow and the pic of the one I shot from Dec 2017 had both brow tines and he was a little bigger in 2018. The last pic is of one that made it through last year and I hope comes back around this year. Could that possibly be him? I seriously doubt but there genes are there for sure. Big bucks always show up around mid Oct on our property and stay around till Jan. Hopefully this year will be the year I can finally cross off my trophy buck with a bow.
Its not always the great hunts we remember the most. Sometimes its the one's that continue to haunt us.

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