well if you are the type who seems to never have anything go wrong and think that shooting deer is easy... well just look at the pictures and click back. for the rest of us, this is one i hope is just one great story but never happens again.
after see the way the deer were starting to pattern my stand at the feeder, as well as a group of 6 50lb fawns hoovering my corn at every turn. i decided to change things up and set up on the opposite side of my feeder and about 40 yards off. this worked great as yesterday evening i shot a doe at 2:45 missed a turkey at 3 (as it was walking away at what i guessed was 50yds and the arrow fell nicely at his feet... maybe a bit more eh)
then things slowed down. the feeder fed later and hear came the mini heard 30min later no corn and they left. now about 5:30 i see a deer 150 yards off walking down the fence on the other property. i can't tell if he is good or small but after he watches for deer activity over by my feeder area, and sees none, he decides to continue on his way. out of desperation i decided to grunt at him. he disapears and i feel a little stupid for acting so hastily even with the light fading. "probably just spooked any deer that might have been heading my way and he certainly isn't going to come in". well i was wrong and 5 min later he comes walking up down wind of my feeder and looking for the deer he just heard. my first though... shooter! next thought please let me shooter him. well as i drew down on him at 20 yards, this is where this story's wheels start to come off, he hears me or ESPN's me whatever he take off. but only goes about 10 yards, and is now out of my shooting hole. but last day desperation makes me think hey you've still got a shot through a much smaller hole in the oak tree. so i take my time, line it up through the tree, and let'er fly. instantly i hear the arrow clip a limb and my heart sinks, but then jumps as the hard "twack" of the arrow hitting the deer comes back to me. then sinks again as the arrow has planted itself in the rear of his skull. yes the classic rarely tried non-leathal head shot. i watch in disbelief as the deer bolts off arrow firmly attached but then as he runs under a mesquite tree his horns catch hard and he is slung in a huge flip up into the air and slammed to the ground. he gets up slowly staggering baddly from his two recent head poundings. as anyone should do i try to shoot him again this time at about 40 yards but hit a mesquite limb and miss. at 60 yards i let loose my last arrow as the light is fadeing fast. i hear it hit but am not sure if it is brush or deer, but he is now just slowly crashing through whatever is in his path with little sense of direction. i get out, get back to camp and clean my doe. somehow now i convince myself that i should go back and look for blood, arrow, anything. i drive the truck back to where the stand was and park it basicly at one of my corn piles and as soon as i turn on the light...THERE HE IS. not in good shape half standing and shaking in the edge of a bush. so i left. without the truck just grabbed the bow and walk as quietly as i could out of the draw, and back to camp. good thing i left all of my food and water in the truck. so at day break the next day after a long night praying i head out for the draw, with three more arrows funny how that becomes necessary. as i am planing how to begin looking for the deer i get about 100yards from the truck and see deer running in every direction, guess they didn't see that big white truck parked on top of the corn they were eating. as i was thinking about this something to my right catches my eye and its a deer. head low, ears down, its a sick buck... it's him! so now i'm doing my best impression of blades of grass as he watches me from 60 yards away. feeling i only had one option i nock an arrow and draw, guestimating the drop i let one go and miss low. but crazily this disoriented buck move close, God saying jeez boy was that really to far for ya. so now he's 50 yards and i've got a good gage for the drop. arrow 2 looks to be perfect as he is now struggling mightily to stay on all fours. but then he just beds down. i manage to slowly crawl to 15 yards and put a final kill shot through both lungs. i am beyond pumped. in 16 years on the place this is my biggest i have killed, no score yet guessing 114-116. G2's are both 11" and 3's are 8", 14.5" wide.
after see the way the deer were starting to pattern my stand at the feeder, as well as a group of 6 50lb fawns hoovering my corn at every turn. i decided to change things up and set up on the opposite side of my feeder and about 40 yards off. this worked great as yesterday evening i shot a doe at 2:45 missed a turkey at 3 (as it was walking away at what i guessed was 50yds and the arrow fell nicely at his feet... maybe a bit more eh)
then things slowed down. the feeder fed later and hear came the mini heard 30min later no corn and they left. now about 5:30 i see a deer 150 yards off walking down the fence on the other property. i can't tell if he is good or small but after he watches for deer activity over by my feeder area, and sees none, he decides to continue on his way. out of desperation i decided to grunt at him. he disapears and i feel a little stupid for acting so hastily even with the light fading. "probably just spooked any deer that might have been heading my way and he certainly isn't going to come in". well i was wrong and 5 min later he comes walking up down wind of my feeder and looking for the deer he just heard. my first though... shooter! next thought please let me shooter him. well as i drew down on him at 20 yards, this is where this story's wheels start to come off, he hears me or ESPN's me whatever he take off. but only goes about 10 yards, and is now out of my shooting hole. but last day desperation makes me think hey you've still got a shot through a much smaller hole in the oak tree. so i take my time, line it up through the tree, and let'er fly. instantly i hear the arrow clip a limb and my heart sinks, but then jumps as the hard "twack" of the arrow hitting the deer comes back to me. then sinks again as the arrow has planted itself in the rear of his skull. yes the classic rarely tried non-leathal head shot. i watch in disbelief as the deer bolts off arrow firmly attached but then as he runs under a mesquite tree his horns catch hard and he is slung in a huge flip up into the air and slammed to the ground. he gets up slowly staggering baddly from his two recent head poundings. as anyone should do i try to shoot him again this time at about 40 yards but hit a mesquite limb and miss. at 60 yards i let loose my last arrow as the light is fadeing fast. i hear it hit but am not sure if it is brush or deer, but he is now just slowly crashing through whatever is in his path with little sense of direction. i get out, get back to camp and clean my doe. somehow now i convince myself that i should go back and look for blood, arrow, anything. i drive the truck back to where the stand was and park it basicly at one of my corn piles and as soon as i turn on the light...THERE HE IS. not in good shape half standing and shaking in the edge of a bush. so i left. without the truck just grabbed the bow and walk as quietly as i could out of the draw, and back to camp. good thing i left all of my food and water in the truck. so at day break the next day after a long night praying i head out for the draw, with three more arrows funny how that becomes necessary. as i am planing how to begin looking for the deer i get about 100yards from the truck and see deer running in every direction, guess they didn't see that big white truck parked on top of the corn they were eating. as i was thinking about this something to my right catches my eye and its a deer. head low, ears down, its a sick buck... it's him! so now i'm doing my best impression of blades of grass as he watches me from 60 yards away. feeling i only had one option i nock an arrow and draw, guestimating the drop i let one go and miss low. but crazily this disoriented buck move close, God saying jeez boy was that really to far for ya. so now he's 50 yards and i've got a good gage for the drop. arrow 2 looks to be perfect as he is now struggling mightily to stay on all fours. but then he just beds down. i manage to slowly crawl to 15 yards and put a final kill shot through both lungs. i am beyond pumped. in 16 years on the place this is my biggest i have killed, no score yet guessing 114-116. G2's are both 11" and 3's are 8", 14.5" wide.
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