I'm not quite sure where to even start with this story. I suppose it will be a lengthy tale of many twists and turns. I'll start out with the bow. I've been working on a beautiful little static tiped, sinew backed, Osage bow for close to a year now. I've finally gotten her tillered, shot in good, and put snake skins on her. I've not applied an arrow shelf or finish just yet. This bow is no doubt my finest work to date and shoots like a glass bow. The arrows I've chosen as a mate to this bow, now named "Lumpy", are tonkin shafts with purple heart fore shafts and string nocks. The feathers are from my wifes turkey that she killed last year. The broadheads I've chosen are hand forged by a friend of mine(Rick Savage) locally. They are awesome!
As the Sun neared the horizion this morning I found myself walking through the wisper quiet of the early morning deer woods. The bow and arrow combo I'd chosen this morning are the ones I describe above. It was only a short walk before I bumped deer, snorting as they left. I made my way through the tangle of spiderweb covered thorn brush to the blind I'd constructed overlooking a trail on the edge of a creek bank. It was a very short wait before deer started funneling through the trail. Somehow I'd remained unnoticed even though I'd chosen not to wear camo this morning. My wool shirt was obviously all the camo I needed. At one point a beautiful 8 point came charging through after a doe but never paused long enough for a shot. It's a good thing because I'd have missed my true trophy if I'd have shot the buck.
Around 15 minutes after the passing of the Doe and buck, more deer could be seen filtering through the underbrush. I place the cane arrow on the string and wait patiently. Two Doe were browsing their way toward me and I was ready in case another buck was in tow. As the Doe's fed I could see that one Doe was having some difficulty in feeding. She seemed to have a rather large tumor on her face that inhibited her ability to properly feed. With an MLD Permit in my pocket, I quickly made the decision to help relieve her misery if given the opportunity. The distance closed to 15 yards, then 10, then 8, and I let the cane shaft slip away. The hit was good and her demise inevetable. I'd made first meat with this traditional combo and I can't describe the feelings that were rushing through me. The Doe circled wide making a 60 yard circle. She paused, looked back to my location, and fell in her tracks right before my eyes.
This is a couple of pics of my beautiful Sinew Doe but the story really has just begun. More to come. CK