Thought I would tell this story to get it off my chest and so that maybe others can learn from my mistakes. Warning, not a happy ending guys, but maybe some perspective and growing pains as a traditional bowhunter.
Sunday morning went out hunting and man it was full of ups and downs. It was pretty cold and really haven’t been seeing that much so I had a really hard time making myself sit still in the cold when I knew my family was at home in the warm house. LOL. About 9:00 AM I had a fawn come by but was too far and behind me anyway, but at least the deer were moving. Not long after a buck came down the river bed downwind of me and as soon as he got in my scent he was out like a flash. Man what a bummer! But wait, he is circling around. I am thinking “No Way!! This never happens”. So he goes by me and I hit the grunt call and nothing (no surprise) then I hit the can call (which has never done anything but send deer the other way) and he comes in like a dog looking for scraps. I wait till he is broadside, try hard to focus on a spot, hit my anchor, and BANG!!!!! “What the Heck was that?” And the arrow goes wide right and looks like it hits the buck in the hip. Buck goes down and then back up and out of there before I can get my wits and another arrow together. I see the buck stand a while and just sit down hoping for a little luck.
After a while I get down to assess the situation. Well I got about 12 inch of penetration and the broadhead is gone in addition there appears to be pretty decent blood so I back out and go take a nap in the truck. After two hours I take up the trail and am able to trail him about 250 yds to a bed. There was a little blood in the bed but not looking good so I decide to go home and come back in the evening. My wife, daughter and I took up the trail again about four in the evening and trailed the deer for about ½ mile before leaving the property. At which time we decide to give up because the trail had pretty much run dry and it appeared that the buck was not dead and was not acting like he was going to expire any time soon. There was very little blood and never another bed or even spot that looked like he spent much time at all. We didn’t recover the Buck, and it was a definitely an emotional rollercoaster.
So what did I learn and why do I tell this story that has a less than happy ending?? I really don’t know but here are a few things.
1. Don’t give up. I was ready to hang it up and pull out the compound several times yesterday.
2. Mistakes will happen. Needless to say, I hit my stand with my lower limb and that is what caused the stray arrow. There are tons of “what ifs” at this point but I can’t take that one back and I learned something that will hopefully prevent things like this in the future.
3. Peroxide is awesome for tough blood trails. I have read about this a lot but put it to use yesterday and I will never be without it again.
And finally, I have learned that my enjoyment of bowhunting does not need to be derived from harvesting animals. I realized this season that bowhunting is losing its enjoyment because I don’t consider a hunt successful unless I take an animal or at least have one close. And even then, if I get winded or busted it really ruins my day. Maybe I need to relax and just enjoy sitting outside, quiet time, nature, time with friends and my girls. I am not trying to make excuses for my mistake or saying it okay. It’s not, and I am responsible for my mistake. But, I am not going to carry it with me forever. It is behind me now and I will do everything I can to not make the same mistake again.
Also, I understand if the Mods decide this needs to be removed.
Caleb