A fat doe got a haircut.
I spent the weekend hunting with Basinboy in the Atchafalaya Basin, he hooked me up with a good stand this morning, overlooking a beaten trail. He dropped me off before sunrise and I didn't see much action until about 0845 when 2 does came in from the left, noses to the ground. The lead doe looked to be pretty mature while the second one looked to be a bit younger.
The lead doe passed right in front of my stand not even 10 yds out. All I could think was ' Holy sh@%, this is it right here, this doe is going on a boat ride'. I drew back, anchored in, picked my spot, and let her fly. Let's just say I must have had deer fever pretty bad. It all happened too fast. The arrow went clear over her back, she jumped the string, and I realized I should have aimed a little lower to compensate for it.
It kills me because I know if only I could relive that moment, that'd be one dead deer. Just one more chance at her. But that's how we learn I guess. BB came to get me a little after 10 and found hair on the ground where the doe was.
Next time...
They came through here
And the lead doe passed in front of me here, my clean arrow buried in the brush