Saw a deer moving through about 75 yards out and hit the bleat call twice. He walked in and stopped broadside at 6 yards. When he looked away from me I drew and released. He dropped at the sound of the bowstring and the arrow clipped his spine. He hit the ground and I promptly put three more broadheads into his chest, thanked God, and climbed down to admire a beautiful buck.
-------------------- For some, hunting is a pleasant way to spend a fall afternoon, for others it is who they are. Posts: 238 | From: Albany, GA | Registered: Mar 2003
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