Through the years, from time to time, I've tried grunting, whistling, and any number of things to stop a deer. Good things never ensued, so I simply don't do it. He had caught me a little off guard, that is for certain. Luckily, instinct took over at that point and without any real conscious thought, I found myself at full draw, bow arm frozen in front of me. I was in follow through position watching the bright blue fletchings spin their way across the 12 yards to intercept the fast trotting buck. And intercept him it did! A little higher and forward than ideal, but a solidly lethal hit. Often when hit, deer don't know what happened and don't take off like a rocket. This buck took off like a rocket! He was already at a fast trot and the arrow inspired him to attempt new land speed record. He tore down the tunnel like trail, across the loading ramp and disappeared in short order. I was still frozen in follow through position, straining my ears for sounds of him crashing or clues to his direction. The only sound that could be heard however, was the devil Wren. She was now in full meltdown, Def Con 1 mode. She had witnessed my un provoked act of violence and was busy alerting all of South West Mississippi that, as she had suspected all along, there was indeed a low life hiding under that Magnolia trying to shoot innocent woodland creatures with sharp sticks! I replayed the events in my head and felt confident. I had seen my arrow pass through and continue several yards. What was he? Happened so fast, there was no counting of points. What I did know was that he was nice, likely a 3 or 4 year old. I would savor the moment, reflect, and give him a bit. As a bonus, my lingering under the tree might actually give the Devil Wren a stroke!
Topic: Old Magnolia (Read 4876 times)
