My best deer with a bow.
I found a mega scrape and some nice rubs 2 wks ago on top of a mountain in a nice saddle. I tried to get my son to hunt it, but I don't think he likes to climb too much. Since he didn't make the effort to go up there, I hauled my stand up the mountain one evening. Anice six pt and a spike came in before I even had an arrow nocked. I left with a good feeling for the next morning's hunt. Settled in just before shootin light the form of a deer passes just behind me. About 30 min later footsteps are coming from my right down the mountian. I stand and get ready as they are coming on a rope. The buck goes to the scrape and works it over. I can see he's a nice one and my heart pounds harder. I pretty sure he's gonna come under my stand when he suddenly turns and starts back up the ridge. I don't carry a grunt tube, too much to keep up with, so I gave him my best snort wheeze.
He turns on a dime, ears laid back starts a stiff legged walk towards and below me. He's on a mission and won't stop. He walks past me at 18yd. I'm about to panic when he pics up my scent where I had walked in. He goes on alert and back peddled about three steps, right into an opening. It's all a blurr, I didn't see my arrows flight, but heard the impact. He drops right there. I grab another arrow cuase I know I spined him. He rolls down in a ditch with a tree top in it, completely blocking a shot. I figure if I stay still he die shortly.Well, five min later and he's still not out, but he had squirmed into a very small opening. He's about 30yds now, but I know I have to try. My arrow deflects on a limb and smacks a rock next to him. Nocking another arrow, I draw and release...thud. I got him...angling up thru the liver and into the lungs. On the drag out, all I could see was a picture of one of the Wensel boys dragging a big buck with bow in hand that I had seen as a kid. Awesome feeling!
The guys at the outdoor shop totally amazed with my recurve kill.