So i got stood up as the buck was trotting my way. He looked just like a beagle on a rabbit, nose glued to the ground darting back and forth. He came through the funnel just as planned, and when he stopped he was at about 10 yards slightly quartered away.
I was at full draw, but there were some little limbs between me and him, knowing how thick it is all aroubd him i decided to try and squeeze one through them. After that i went black. Id like to say i aimed, picked a spot, or anything really, but i didnt. O simply webt into auto pilot. Next thing i knew that black eagle arrow was buried to the label perfectly behind the shoulder a d he was tearing off. Up until this point i wasnt nervous, never had time to before the shot, but boy i lost it afterwords. I knew i had made a great shot on a good, mature buck, what kind of buck i had no idea. I honestly was sure i had shot a 120in 8point.
I gave the deer about 30 minutes. And by give the deer 30 minutes i mean i calmed down enough to get that summit climber down the tree safely.
Aaron met me at the bottom of the tree. He knew i had shot and beat me to the ground lol. We decided that we would look at the blood, if it was bubbly we would track, if not we would wait. We found the first blood and sure enough, all bubbles and sprayed on saplings.
Topic: The Stickboys Rutcation Starts With A Bang! (Read 1974 times)
