Unlike my good bud Charles Lamb, I'm gonna finish this story this month ...
OK, I'm about to let down and play ballerina in slow motion, and something catches his attention, and he turns away -- broadside at 7 yards!
The arrow is gone and I clearly see this hit and it's a good one. He goes across the little field on other side of the strip of timber I'm in and goes into the next patch of brush. There's no doubting this shot... much anyway! He looks to be slowing and maybe faltering a bit when he gets to the brush.
I call bro and tell him I shot as decent one, he says I'm on the way! (We field dress each other's bucks) , and I get down and go to site of shot. Hmmm no arrow, thought it blew thru him? Blood starts almost instantly and is a steady stream, arrow is about 10 ' down trail.
I go across the 140 yards of next field, and he is laying just inside brush. Thank you, Lord!!
I admire him and silently apologize and thank him.
Bro shows up and dresses him after a hearty backslappin session! I thank bro John for letting me hunt there (and the field dressing!).
And run an antler tine thru top of my new Muck boot. LOL
Topic: A huntin story ... Now next chapter (Read 2606 times)
