took the bow out this afternoon. I was planning on hunting one of my stands over looking a little valley with a creek running through it and a hill on the back side. As I was walking down the cut bean field, a couple of muzzle loader hunters pull up to hunt the neighbors property. Being as how my stand is only about 50yrds from the property line I decided to just walk down the creek aways and find a couple of trees to lean against for the afternoon. Saw a few does but they were around 75yrds out and eventually meandered off.
Just before quitin' time I hear a red fox bark on the other side of the hill. so I kiss the back of my hand a few times. And without any warning, there he is standing 25yrds in front of me looking right at me. His fur was fully prime, a more beautiful creature I've never seen.
And then it happened, I got the worst case of shakes I think I've ever had... he turned broadside and I sent an arrow on it's way, it was deflected by some brush and sailed harmlesly to his right. He started to leave, but then went over to check where the arrow had went. I quickly nocked another arrow (shaking like a leaf in tornado winds )and proceded to miss by at least a mile and a half. He starts to leave again, so I purse my lips together and let out my best mouse squeak. he turns and starts back towards me, this time he clearly sees me shaking like mad and turns to leave, I send my last arrow towards him, missing again and burying my broadhead firmly into the base of a tree. The sound of it makes him stop again and he looks back at me.
There I am, completly shook and out of arrows, so I simply said to him, "Go on bud, you're safe, my quiver is empty" and with that he made a hasty retreat.
I tell ya, I can't remember the last time I got a case of the fever like that
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