Well, the bow season is over here on Manitoulin. Yesterday I had a really good chance at a buck.
It was about 7:30 in the morning, shortly after shooting light, when a little fork buck came in. The wind was almost at his back, so I knew he wouldn't scent me: as soon as I knew he was going to be coming within range I started getting the rush - shaking, weak legs, the whole nine yards. He came straight in almost the whole way - no shot until he turned to walk through a gap broadside at 5 yards. Just before he stepped out into the gap he stopped and started doing the old head bob - he had caught movement, or some scent on the ground, and he knew something was wrong. I had my bow at quarter draw, so I could draw back and shoot with minimal movement as soon as he gave me a shot...but before I could shoot he turned , bounced away a few bounds, and stood in an opening at 20 yards...broadside.
Now I've been practicing a lot at 20 yards and lately I can keep my shots in a 6 inch circle. I came to full draw and tried to pick a spot on the deer. Maybe I stared too long, maybe I was shaking too much; likely it was a combination of the two. Heck, maybe he jumped the arrow a bit - he was pretty keyed up. Whatever the case I released - and the arrow went low , some inches beneath his chest cavity. Off he went, the first deer I'd had a shot at in almost 6 years, what with a couple lean seasons and a 4 year hiatus from hunting.
I couldn't believe I'd missed. It had been a classic scenario for a good bowhunting shot. Before I got out of the stand a few hours later, I took a shot at where my arrow stood out of the ground - and hit just 2 inches low. Really good shooting for me.
On the plus side, I don't have a problem with my shooting, even from a tree stand. In this case, I guess I just couldn't handle the pressure and adrenaline. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be REALLY close to one of these animals, even one on the small side.
At first I was pretty upset, but I've decided to chalk this one up to experience, and feel good that I got a clean miss instead of a wound.
And if that buck makes it through the gun season and the winter, I may have to have a shot at him again next year...