There's not much to this story but there is a bit of a twist...
Friday night I was late getting home from work so I ran out to my Bro-in-Law's since he has a stand set up behind the house and it was quick to get to. Sat for two hours and didn't see a thing, not even a bird!
Saturday morning I headed out to one of my urban properties. On my way in I could see deer out in the fields. Before daylight the squirrels, a rabbit, a 'possum, and numerous birds were moving about so I had a pretty good feeling there would be some action. About an hour after daylight I heard the faint squish of a missed step in the snow and looked over to see a nice mid 120's 8pt and a little 4pt coming my way. They stopped for a snack under a pine then came moving in. The 8pt was leading the way. I decided where I was going to shoot him and got ready. He walked right into the spot perfectly at which point I sent a beautiful arrow right over his back. He scooted forward about 10 yds and stopped in the brush to look around. The little 4pt stopped and stared at the 8 as if to say, "What the heck are you doing?" They both looked around a bit then the 8 gave the all-clear tail flick and they walked away.
I stayed on stand for another hour and a half without anymore action. I decided to get down and mosey the small pines. The deer like to bed and feed in these and you can get up on them just enough to keep you coming back. As I was slipping through the pines I caught an ear twitch about 40 yds up ahead. Sure enough, there was a deer bedded right on the edge of the pines and facing down the hill away from me. I got the wind right and snuck up to about 20 yds away and sent an arrow right behind the shoulder and out the base of the neck. The deer jumped up to take off and on the second bound, fell to the left. It was then I saw he had broken his left front leg at the knee, most likely from being hit by a car. He jumped up again and ran a few feet and landed right in the middle of one of my ground blinds and died against the tree I lean my bow on when I hunt it. He was a little buck that had dropped his antlers.
I went back out again last night and it was pretty uneventful, except for the squirrels. There must have been at least 30 of them running everywhere driving me nuts. Just about dark a group of eight does came in but they were on the wrong trail (or I was on the wrong trail!) and they passed me about 45 yds away.
I should be out right now instead of typing this but my back was a bit too stiff from the events of yesterday so I'll head out tonight instead. Hopefully I can get on one more before I hand the bow back to Mike for its final week in Ohio.