This is an article I wrote for the publication put out by our South Dakota state bowhunter's organiztion (SDBI). It is about my hunt for the deer shown in my avatar.
LUCK OF THE DRAW
From the title of this article you might surmise that this is a story about drawing a special tag. That is not the case. This is a story about how I won a very special bow at an SDBI raffle and how my luck got even better afterwards. First of all, I have never been very lucky in raffles of any kind. If you talk to my friends, Garin and Jerri Ann Haak, you might get a different take, but that is another story entirely. Like most of you, I have participated in the various raffles held for DU, RMEF, Pheasants Forever, and all the rest, with less than stellar results. All of that changed in March of 2003.
The featured speaker at the SDBI convention that year was Dick Robertson. Dick is an accomplished bowhunter, and an outstanding bowyer. Dick makes beautiful and exceptionally performing longbows and recurves. Dick generously donated a custom bow to be raffled off at the convention. The winner of the raffle would be able to order any bow from Dick to be custom made to his or her own specifications. Having just converted over to traditional bowhunting, I was more than a little interested in trying to win that raffle. When my name was announced as the winner of the raffle, I was absolutely stunned! Approximately three months later I received the finished product from Dick. It was love at first sight! Not only was the bow exceptionally beautiful, but it fit my hand perfectly and shot like a dream.
Fast forward to the 2003 bow season. The first arrow shot from my new bow at live game cleanly took a bedded mule deer buck through both lungs after a 150 yard crawl through tall prairie grass in Jackson County. The second arrow fired from the bow filled my Yankton County anterless tag with a very nice doe for the freezer. Obviously, at this point, I was already very happy with my new hunting companion, but it was the third arrow shot from that bow that accounted for something extra special.
I will never forget the release of that arrow or the events of that day. It was November 8th, 2003. Everything was perfect. The weather was crisp and the rut was on. When it came time to set up for my afternoon hunt, I was faced with a southeast wind which is very unusual for November in this area. I really only had one stand that would work with that wind so I headed there even though it was not one of my favorite stand locations. It had actually been over two years since I had last been up in that tree stand. Before climbing up to the stand, I kicked in a mock scrape about twelve yards away from the tree and poured some doe in heat urine in it.
Shortly after climbing into the stand, a lone doe came walking up the trail that ran parallel to my stand site. I was excited to see the doe, because at this time of the year there is nothing better to draw in a big buck than a live decoy. Despite the fact that I had practiced good scent control and was wearing rubber boots, the doe still was obviously smelling something she did not like. She looked like a blood hound tracking my scent along the trail until she was close to the base of my tree. The doe was stomping her front foot and bobbing her head, but when she made it to the mock scrape, that familiar scent seemed to settle her down. Up to that point, my attention had been focused on the doe and when she finally settled down, I took the opportunity to look up.
At that very moment, I saw a HUGE buck walking towards my stand about 100 yards away. I could tell immediately that he was very wide and heavy and that there would be no question that I would shoot if he made it into my effective shooting range. When the buck finally spotted the doe, he immediately came running directly towards my stand. It was an incredible sight to see that buck coming in with his head up and his muscles rippling. The doe apparently was not in heat and wanted no part of the buck. Luckily enough, instead of pursuing the doe, the buck came to an abrupt stop when he hit the mock scrape. To say that I was excited at this point would be an incredible understatement. The buck put his nose down into the mock scrape slightly quartering away from my tree stand. It was the perfect situation and he was the buck I had dreamed about all of my life.
I started to draw back the bow when something terrible and unexpected happened. Due to an overhanging branch, I was not able to draw my bow back more than a third of the way. I had shot deer out of this tree previously, but that had been with a much shorter compound bow. I couldn’t believe that all of my good luck seemed to be turning bad. My mind was racing thinking about how the buck of a lifetime was about ready to slip out of my grasp from 12 yards away. I had on my safety harness and I decided that if I leaned out of my tree stand and away from the branch, maybe I could get my bow back to full draw. I slowly eased myself out away from the tree stand letting the harness hold my full weight and started to draw the bow back. When I reached about three quarters draw, the top limb of my bow hit the branch. The buck immediately swung his head upward and for a brief moment our eyes locked. From the widening of his eyes and the tensing of his body I could tell that he was going to run. It was at this point that having a traditional bow that could be shot quickly really paid off. As the buck’s eyes got bigger and he crouched to run, I picked a spot and released that third arrow. The buck spun at the shot changing the angle of the arrow’s entry, causing me immediate concern about the effectiveness of the shot.
After waiting about 45 minutes I got out of the tree and tried to follow up on the blood trail. The blood trail was fairly sparse and considering the fact that the buck had turned at the shot, I decided it would be smart to back out and look for the buck in the morning. Those of you that have been there definitely know I did not get any rest that night. Between worrying about the lethality of the shot and the coyotes, I was a wreck.
The next morning, my hunting buddy, Leon, and I were out at first light. The blood trail had tapered out so Leon and I split up to look for sign in different directions. When Leon excitedly yelled out that he had found the buck, I literally sprinted in the direction of his voice. When I got there and saw the buck lying there, I immediately felt a huge sense of relief and excitement all at the same time. It turned out that the arrow had passed through the rear of one lung and the liver and the buck had only traveled about 150 yards. I have never officially had the buck scored, but he is a very heavy 5 x 5 with a 23 ½ inch inside spread and some extra character points.
As I am writing this article, I am in my office looking up at the shoulder mount of that exceptional buck and reliving that incredible day. All I can say is that I am eternally grateful to SDBI, Dick Robertson and lady luck for making a lifelong dream a reality. Oh yeah, and thanks to Garin and Jerri Ann for buying all those losing raffle tickets so that I could be sure to get the right one!