I have always had a hankering to make my own self bow. I decided about a year and a half ago to give it a go. After much research, I started cutting trees down (hickory, pecan and white oak) and splitting them into staves to dry for several months. After a few failures and many hours I finally was able to make 4 bows that are hunt worthy.
My first kill was a little button head about a week and a half ago. The shot was 24 yards and he only went about 40 yds. I was a very proud bow hunter.
Yesterday morning I was in a hang on in the same oak ridge that I cut a white oak tree that produced the bow that I had in my hand. At the crack of daylight, I heard the sound of deer hooves in the dry leaves. After crunching on acorns for a few minutes, He finally made his way to a post oak that was about 20 yards away. I crouched down in my stand to shoot under a limb and let fly. The hit sounded good but I was unsure of the shot in the dim light. At 8:30 I couldn’t stand it anymore. I climbed down and found the fletch end of my broken cedar arrow. I only had about 8” of penetration and very little blood. I flnally found a couple of drops of blood on a fire break 100 yds away where he crossed heading into a thick bottom. 50 yds in, there he lay. The Broadhead pierced his heart and lodged in the opposite shoulder. God truly blessed me with a hunt that I will always remember. I used a 54 LB. at 27” white oak self bow, cedar arrows, and a 145 grain Ace Standard Broadhead.
My first kill was a little button head about a week and a half ago. The shot was 24 yards and he only went about 40 yds. I was a very proud bow hunter.
Yesterday morning I was in a hang on in the same oak ridge that I cut a white oak tree that produced the bow that I had in my hand. At the crack of daylight, I heard the sound of deer hooves in the dry leaves. After crunching on acorns for a few minutes, He finally made his way to a post oak that was about 20 yards away. I crouched down in my stand to shoot under a limb and let fly. The hit sounded good but I was unsure of the shot in the dim light. At 8:30 I couldn’t stand it anymore. I climbed down and found the fletch end of my broken cedar arrow. I only had about 8” of penetration and very little blood. I flnally found a couple of drops of blood on a fire break 100 yds away where he crossed heading into a thick bottom. 50 yds in, there he lay. The Broadhead pierced his heart and lodged in the opposite shoulder. God truly blessed me with a hunt that I will always remember. I used a 54 LB. at 27” white oak self bow, cedar arrows, and a 145 grain Ace Standard Broadhead.
