Haven't had much time to go hunting int he past few years, haven't put a bowkill under my belt yet. This year I've tried to go hunting every weekend, and during the week I'm at the archery range by dawn, to train before going to work.
A nice area opened today, I knew there'd be a lot of pressure, so I positioned myself between two woods, hoping to see game passing from one to another. Went hunting on the ground, and I saw several does in the morning, just about 40 yards, a bit too far for a trad.
So I went again in the afternoon, put myself closer to where I saw them. Went there early, to make sure not to spook anything.
Well, soon after, a big doe and an eight point passed and stopped not 20 yards from me for several seconds... and my arrow was still in the quiver. Played it cool, let them pass, hoping to see them again, or some of their friends.
After less than a minute, I hear an impact, and someone shouting of joy. Turns out there was a young hunter not 100 yards from me, and got the buck. Went there to congratulate with him, then went home.
Going vegetarian tonight, that's all I deserve. Not sure I am going out tomorrow, feeling like giving up.