After letting a few does and small bucks do their thing, I checked my phone and it was 650. There was a spike milling around the base of my tree and his demeanor completely turned on a dime. He looked up the ridge and I saw my boy working his way in. To say that I kept it together is a lie. I was tore up from the floor up. No brows wasted no time going from 60 yards to 8. But for over ten minutes I had to watch him because he never offered a shot. By this point I was starting to settle in a little and about that time he took a step and was broadside. I just started to put tension on the string and he busted me. Forget a deer in the headlights look, he was giving the I see an idiot in that tree look! After giving the head bob for a minute he took a hop back to leave. Only problem was he hesitated for about 5 seconds. I don't remember a thing about the shot except for thinking it's now or never. I let her fly and I knew it was perfect! He tore off and within 5-10 seconds I heard crashing in the holler! Oh yeah, I forgot, this is all on video so after I hear the crash the hyperventilating ensues. I immediately call Dalt. Yall know him, right? We have tried to remember exactly what I said to him, but it made no sense. Regardless, he got the point, no brows was no more! He of course started the threats, "if you trail him without me, I'll kill you!" So of course I had to wait. After a grueling hour and a half, I had my crew rounded up. Me, Dalton, Jim(tarponnut), and two other guys. We started on the trail and after only 75-100 yards, Dalton stopped abruptly and turned to me with a big grin. There was my boy! So the celebration started, and to be honest I still haven't come down from the high yet! I couldn't have drawn up a better experience to take my first good deer with a trad bow. Dalt will get yall the pics after while, but I figured I'd share my story with yall!
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