Oh yes, I guess I need to tell a story ... shall I post ala Charlie Lamb.
No, I'm not that good and I loathe thrillers!
:p
This was my 2006 Mulie, shot in the early season. Mulies frequented the area I was in but my intent was to fling some sharp pointy stick at a reasonable whitetail buck known to be in these parts. I got into my stand just at dawn, nothing showed. A couple of hours later I was about to leave when I heard some branches crack to the North. Peering through the branches, I had glimpses of 3 mulies easing down a trail 40 yards to my west. My heart raced, hoping that they would change their route. Beyond my wildest expectations, they eased along in my direction. I hoped for an opportunity at the largest, the lead buck, but this was not to be. My buck was the laggard and presented a 10 yard shot. I came to full draw and, without good recall, the fletching suddenly appeared on the ribs. There was a hollow 'pumpkin" sound and he bolted through the bluff and was lost to sight.
Everything pointed to a good shot but I was anxious. I'm sure you know the feeling. I slowly snuck out, called my wife - my hope that venison preparation was imminent!
Dane was keen to be along so I scooted home to collect him. This is an advantage of hunting within a radius of about 15km from home!
Back in the field, we quickly found my arrow and it looked promising. We slowly crept along the blood trail, found he had rested/bedded about 60 yards after the shot and then moved off. Now doubts began ... had I imagined my shot? Was it good at all? We slowed down even more ... really difficult to suppress the enthusiasm of a 6 yr old! As we sneaked through a small wolf-willow/buffalo-berry bluff, we spotted the antlers ahead. He was ours and what a relief! After a moment of silence, and admiration of a fine animal, we took a few pics and retrieved our trophy.
Equipment used: BB Ipe - 57#@27", selfmade. Arrows: Poplar dowel somewhere around 11/32" tipped with 160gr Snuffer.
Thanks for the privilege of telling my little story.
Mark