Wish I had something definitive to tell you all, but I don't. While I'm curious as can be, 'REAL LIFE' has a way of getting in the way of taking one's time doing the butchering, etc. Anybody else relate to that? In this case, a freezing cold garage, my young daughters need me in the house, I hate butchering anyway (a frank admission; love the hunting, the butchering a necessary evil for me), and a backlog of to-do's on the list, plus our Lambley family's Christmas is tomorrow the 26th and I still had some wrapping, etc. to do.
What I did learn. The arrow did make it into the chest cavity. Barely. A hole in the very forward, deep bottom of the chest cavity/rib cage. Think a rib may have changed the angle of entry a hair. Weird, too, in that there was lots of dark, coagulated blood under the hide in several places including a bunch under the offside shoulder where my broadhead never reached (makes no sense to me, unless I cut something that was leaking into the connective tissue and the doe's constant walking distributed that blood elsewhere).
This doe made me wish I had a scale here at home. And fat? Geez. I've got slabs of it pasted all over the trees in the backyard. As soon as the nuthatches, woodpeckers, flickers, etc. find it, it's going to be a feeding frenzy.
Doug in MN...yes, my 'backup' Pronghorn taking its second deer this year. Curly Ash model purchased from gentleman from MT thru TradGang!
Another neat thing, besides it being just the second deer taken with this new-to-me bow. This time of year, I try to take my does with some kind of additional challenge. This one was from a previously 'virgin' stand. If I get out again, I may take a different bow, or try a different stand, or something to make it more memorable.
Topic: Speaking of Strange Hits/Trails (Read 766 times)
