Well, I had one of those magical mornings today. This story starts with a visit from Charlie Lamb who had come over for a hunt last week. We didn't kill any deer but we did a lot of scouting and came up with some good new spots. I've got the poison ivy to prove it. I showed him my honey hole spot to see if he thought I need to move the stand. He gave my selection the thumbs up which made me feel even that much more confident about its potential. I had waited this fall for a Northwest wind to hunt this particular stand and I finally got it today. I had does in the soybean field behind me at daybreak so the day was already off to a great start. They started to move off after 15-20 minutes so I tried a couple of can calls to see if I could get their curiosity up. They didn't seem that interested and continued moving off but about three minutes later I heard movement and saw a deer moving my way. It was a buck....it was a nice buck....head down moving my way with a purpose. Within about 10 seconds he was standing quarting to me at about 10 yards. He suddenly spooked and moved laterally about 5-7 yards and stopped. I was already on him and the arrow was away in seconds. I never really visualized the inpact but it felt good and he looked hurt as he busted out of their low to the ground.
I promised myself I would give him an hour but I found myself figeting so I decided to lower my bow down after 45 minutes. I went to grab my backback only to see several does back out at the field edge not 30 yards from me. Slowly I pulled the bow back up into the stand. They milled around somewhat nervously in the field for another 20 minutes and then worked back down towards me again. One of the last does in the group came into the woods a little lower than the rest....at 15 yards I let the magnus 4 blade go. Actually I let it go about a split second before I settled in on her exactly like I would have liked to have done and the shot was high and spined her. I ended up putting another arrow into her and finishing the deal.
I then took up the trail of the buck which provided decent blood which was of good color but he went a lot further than I thought he should. After about 300 yards I decided to back out and call Tom Porter "Gatekeeper" to help with the tracking. I also needed someone else to calm my nerves at this point. Fourty yards after we took up the trail together, where I had left it last, we found the buck at the bottom of a ditch.
One heck of a morning that I will not soon forget.
Chris
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