LAKOTA
Senior Member
My father and I decided to hit the woods this morning for our first hunt of the season. At 9:32am two does and a fawn come right to my stand. One doe and the fawn feed a mere 5 steps from the tree I'm in, the other one remained about 15yds away. I picked the last one in line since she was broadside and in the clear. Just as I pull the release she steps back. The hit was a pass-thru, but was a bit too far forward and pinned her in the shoulders. I would have bet a $100 she'd only go 50-100 yds. ...... We tracked her until 1:30pm (I have not idea how far, guessing maybe 250-300 yds in some VERY thick stuff) and finally lost the blood trail. She went through some of the thickest crap I've ever crawled my way through. Found 3 different spots where she laid down and by the third spot the blood had pretty much stopped. Blood trail was good for the first 60-75 yds from impact. We circled the area increasing the size of the circles until we were both limp in the legs. As bad as I hated to do it, we gave up. What I would give for a good tracking dog today.
Days like these are the ones that make me want to give up the bow and just wait until gun season comes. Just makes me sick to lose one like that and I always wonder if we tried hard enough, but you have no choice but to quit when the sign is gone. Very disgusting and disappointing way to start my season ...
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Days like these are the ones that make me want to give up the bow and just wait until gun season comes. Just makes me sick to lose one like that and I always wonder if we tried hard enough, but you have no choice but to quit when the sign is gone. Very disgusting and disappointing way to start my season ...
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