cr00241
Senior Member
I got to the stand this morning and it was a little foggy and dead still. Right before the sun came up over the trees, I heard something walking up my direction in the thicket. Out comes a buck and I was trying to decide if he was going to step out into my lane. He finally came out and stood broadside but looking my direction. I knew he was right at the stump that was 30 yards away, so I went to pull back and he saw my movement. He didn't blow, just jumped off into the thicket on the other side. I thought, well, I blew that chance.
Then 30 seconds later I hear more walking and I could see the rack coming. This one actually came out last week to a rattle and I let him walk. I couldn't do it again this time. I waited till he started to walk to pull back and when he got right behind that stump, I grunted to get him to stop.
I let the arrow fly and he hit the ground hard on his front. I knew I must have hit him in the front shoulder and I heard him crash around in the thicket. I saw him run off and gave it an hour and half before I got down.
All the practice in the world didn't prepare me for that split second on a live animal and adrenal pumping. I found the arrow broke off over half way and had good blood on it. It was 10 yards maybe from the initial shot. I backed out till 6 hours later to give him time. I found him maybe 45 yards from the initial shot piled up. The arrow went completely through the other side and even though I hit him forward, I hit the right spot. Now I fully understand the obsession with the stick and string. That was a totally different feeling with a bow.
Then 30 seconds later I hear more walking and I could see the rack coming. This one actually came out last week to a rattle and I let him walk. I couldn't do it again this time. I waited till he started to walk to pull back and when he got right behind that stump, I grunted to get him to stop.
I let the arrow fly and he hit the ground hard on his front. I knew I must have hit him in the front shoulder and I heard him crash around in the thicket. I saw him run off and gave it an hour and half before I got down.
All the practice in the world didn't prepare me for that split second on a live animal and adrenal pumping. I found the arrow broke off over half way and had good blood on it. It was 10 yards maybe from the initial shot. I backed out till 6 hours later to give him time. I found him maybe 45 yards from the initial shot piled up. The arrow went completely through the other side and even though I hit him forward, I hit the right spot. Now I fully understand the obsession with the stick and string. That was a totally different feeling with a bow.
Smart move though, it paid off.
