He was at least 30 yards away, which is farther than I would normally shoot but it was as close as he was going to get. I don't recall if he was standing of moving or if he took a step when I shot but the arrow took him a little far back, and high above the liver. The cedar shaft zipped through him and he took a couple bounds and stopped. He looked around like.."what was that?"
I put another arrow on the string and started to raise the bow. Then I thought, he's not going anywhere, just standing there. I'll wait and see what he does...maybe he'll lay down
As I was thinking that, suddenly he dropped..
I couldn't believe it, what had looked like a bad hit had turned out to be a fatal one..
I was elated, I couldn't believe my luck.
I walked out to look him over and found him to be a nice wide 8 point. I dragged him off the bean field, dressed him out then walked out to get the truck. Nancy said, "now where are you going?" To get the truck, I shot an 8 point. At first she thought I was fooling her she said, "oh you did not, you just walked through here a bit ago" it took a minute for her to realize I was telling the truth.