I have one, though I wish it ended better. This past Friday I took my longbow out to a piece of public land near my house, headed down a ridge to bench where I knew some white oaks where dropping fairly heavy and got setup. I broke my leg back in June and can’t really climb into a stand but I managed to get my stand and sticks about 8 feet high into a small oak tree. Some deer and turkey showed up throughout the sit though each time I was spotted moving in my low perch. Then around 6:00 I heard something down the way, a strange clicking sound it was so I stood up to get a better view, as I peered down the ridge I could see a low beech limb waving around seemingly on it own, when the limb stopped waving I could see the legs of a deer through the small trees, it turned and I saw antlers making their way up the hill towards me. As the deer neared I could tell he was fairly young but still a decent buck, 2.5 years old but already a wary animal on this well hunted ground. By the time the buck crept within range I was full of the shakes, I prefer deer to come in quickly but it wasn’t happening this time. At 22 yards the deer turned broadside and moved his leg forward. I swung, draw, hit my anchor and was starting to release when he took a step forward. To recollect myself I let down and waited for his leg to move forward again. I was a mess by now, I had never even drawn on a buck before let alone such a pretty 8 point. His leg finally moved forward again and I repeated my draw, anchored and let fly. As soon and I shot I knew it was wrong. I never picked a spot, I saw the whole deer without ever seeing a shadow or tuft of fur that normally reference. The arrow arced down towards the buck, perfect windage but clean over his back. The buck ran out and away without really knowing what was going on and out of the trees right behind was a carbon coby of the one I missed. That was the source of the clicking sound I had heard earlier, those two bucks testing each other by sparring just out of sight. Disgusted but still excited I climbed down and found my arrow, conforming the clean miss. I would have loved to take this deer as my first bow buck on such tough ground but all I got was a good lesson and a dull woodsman. Also here was the stand I was in taken just after finding my arrow. That is as high as I can climb at the moment.
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