Went up to Northern MI this weekend, and decided to go back to the same area (different stand) the morning after my father shot a nice buck the night before (buck was trailing a doe that was definitely close to being "in", and at 8:00 it was like someone flipped a switch - all of a sudden I had deer everywhere around me...does to the North, others to the South, walking directly at me from the West.
10 minutes later, I had 8 does and fawns within 15 yards of the tree, so I picked out the biggest doe, waited until she turned broadside, and just as I started to draw the bow, another doe caught me moving and went on high alert. After a 5 minute stare-down, she finally accepted that I wasn't a danger, and went back about her business. One of the other old does got nervous and left with her fawns, leaving two does and one doe fawn. The biggest doe turned broadside at 17-18 yards, and knowing that it's right at the edge of my comfort range, I purposefully aimed low, knowing she'd either duck into it or I'd miss her clean. Got the 'tip to full draw and let it go, and watched the arrow arc through the air, saw her duck, but didn't see the arrow hit. Got my binos out and saw my arrow stuck in the ground covered in blood. Regrouped everyone, went back, and she'd barely made it 50 yards (went around the edge of some pines - couldn't see her fall).
Autopsy showed a heart shot - I definitely hit her low - much lower than I expected, but turned out great. 40th overall with a bow, and 3rd traditional
Entrance hole on her upper leg:
Blood trail - one of the best I've ever had:
Topic: #3 with the recurve (Read 4107 times)
