It was a dark and stormy night ... Actually is was a dark and windy day. Windy enough that you'd get the little adrenaline pump every 20 minutes or so when you thought you were going to fall off the stand because of the tree swaying.
We'd finally gotten a cool day in NC and I decided to try and actually hunt.
I had a nice set-up and it just felt like everything was going to come together. It was windy enough that hearing a deer approach was impossible so you had to keep your head on a swivel.
Around 5:45 I turned just in time to see a nice 6 point come in to view. Adrenaline spike. But he was about 30 yards out, and not on the trail I was expecting deer to come in by. His line of travel would keep taking him further away, but I stood up just in case.
No luck. He kept walking, I cursed under my breath and lowered my bow.
Just at that time I see deer number 2. And he was coming via the trail I was hunting.
I raised my bow again slowly and he stopped in the trail about 13 yards off my left side.
The arrow was gone and the shot looked perfect.
He raced about 30 more yards to my left, stood still for about 3 seconds and fell over. No long tracking job on this one.
At this time, the first buck came trotting back and started to follow the trail where I had just shot the second buck. It looked like it was going to be a double for me. In fact, he got close enough that I drew on him and was waiting for him to take two more steps before I shot. But he turned around and trotted back the way he had originally come.
About 8 yards form the shot there was a nice splash of blood ...
And then another splash another 5 yards or so further ...
Then not much blood until the actual deer (which wasn't very far).
The shot had gone through the near shoulder blade and out the opposite armpit. A 4 blade 150 Stinger on a CE 45/60 Terminator with a 100 gr insert for a total of ~565gr. Robertson Falcon recurve pulling 55@28.
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