Saturday morning started out the same as anyother morning hunt so far in Kansas. I had put out 3 Hunter Specialty doe in Estrus sent wafers and climb into my stand. Then things got interesting. A small 6 pointer came in and my heart was beating 10,000 miles per hour. I MISSED! The buck ran off, so I grunted, snort wheezed and started rattling. I saw another buck coming in from the same direction, but this was a monster. He was checking the air and seemed very interested. As he made his way to one of the scent wafers. I took my time and released, the buck ran off and I thought I had missed, but I could not see my arrow. I again, grunted, snort wheezed and started rattling. Another buck came in a small 8pt, but he did not come in closed enough for a shot. As I was climbing down, another buck, a small 8pt came in and walked by at 45 yds, then moved on. This all happened in about 15 minutes. I found the first arrow that I shot and it was in three pieces. I walked over to where I shot the monster, no arrow and no blood. I then walked over to where I saw him enter an overgrown pasture and picked up the blood trail. The blood trail looked really good and I trailed him for about 350 yds. The blood trail ended as the trail entered another overgrown pastue. After 3 hours of searching I was not able to pick up the trail.
After going home and not being able to get the buck off my mind, I returned to the end of the blood trail with my lab to see if she would pick up the trail. Did not happen. A friend of mine showed up and we search the entire 20 acre pasture and no sign. I have been sick everysince. I will wait a few days and go back to see what the buzzards have found.
Even though I was not able to find my buck, it was one of the most exciting days of hunting I have ever had. Man deer hunting is great and doing it traditional is just icing on the cake.