The Missouri archery season opens on Sept.15, but with the heat being what it has been here in the midwest this summer I have had no desire to hunt. The heat finally broke and I went out for my first morning hunt of the year. I had a nice year and a half old doe come by at 7:30, but didn't offer a shot. Then I had a group of 11 turkeys come in about 7:45. They started moving off and I heard a young turkey that had been seperated from the group "crying" quite anxiously with no response from any members of the large group. I made a few yelps with my mouth and the poor bird started yelping back in a very excited fashion as it literally ran to the base of my tree. I then tried to draw and got busted, just as a mature hen came running and yelping in a rather scolding manner. She picked me off rather quickly and took to the air - landing in a tree some 40 or so yards away. She started yelping, then I started yelping and the young bird almost lost his mind. I gave up on the shennanigans and let them do whatever turkeys do. I then noticed that the young doe had returned.
She milled around eating acorns for about 20 minutes before offering me a 10 yard, quartering away shot. I'm shooting a Toelke Pika that is40# at my draw. My arrow was tipped with a 125gr Ace standard on a 75gr adapter. Total arrow weight comes in at about 475 gr. The shot looked and felt good, but the arrow only penetrated about 1/2 of it's 29 inch length. She took off like a scalded cat with her tail tucked down tight. I assumed I had hit the off-side shoulder and that it had kept me from getting an exit wound. I actually thought I would see her go down, but she ran out of my view through the timber. I listened, but never heard her crash. I waited about 40 minutes and got down to look. I had no blood there so I followed the tracks she left in the dirt, leaves and rock for about 45 - 50yards and then nothing. I searched the edge of a dry creek bed and saw some disturbed rocks and dirt that I decided to check out. Within 10 feet I found a few drops of blood. The blood picked up a bit here and there and it took over 2 1/2 hrs. to track it 150 yards or so. The blood was neither bright red with bubbles nor dark like a liver hit. No real indication of contact with vitals, but I kept on it. The blood trail was getting even more sparse when it began to lightly rain. My search became a bit more stressed and then it began to pour. I had gone back to my last blood and watched as the rain washed it away. I headed back to the house and will resume my search tomorrow.
Now back to the lesson I learned. This is my 31st season of bow hunting, but only my 2nd season with a stick bow. With my wheel bows and slicktricks I never hesitated at a quartering away shot and never took one that didn't have the arrow blow through the other side ( shoulder/leg ) and stick in the ground . I don't believe I will be taking anymore quartering away shots with a stick bow. I don't know what happened, if she turned slightly and the arrow skidded down her ribcage or caught the near side shoulder or what. I know that none of blood sign showed any indication of a vital hit and I did not find the arrow to get sign from it. I will still look for her, but don't have much hope. It was a bummer end of an otherwise good morning.