I think likely everyone who bowhunts cherishes the experience for each day we get to the woods. That said, there are special hunts that survives forever in our memories. Those are the ones that will sustain us when we are too old to hunt.
A couple of days ago I had one of those epic experiences that will be forever seared in my mind. I had been hunting in Iowa for a few rain soaked days and the public land pressure was pretty high. I finally got a beautiful day with abundant sunshine and the rut began as suddenly as a light switch being turn on.
From my perch I heard the gasping first even before I heard the hooves hitting the ground. I then saw a single doe being chased by three bucks; one being a 150 class brute. All their mouths were wide open gasping for air as they chased in the mountainous terrain of NE Iowa. The doe came on a dead run to me bringing the trio of bucks being lead by the big buck; the morning sun glaring off his bobbing antlers. As the doe closed the distance to 10 yards, she veered away and took the bucks with her on a dead run. She ran a small loop and when she stopped; the buck was standing in the only opening in the thick brush at 30 yards. Without thought, I brought the Black Widow recurve up and snapped off a quick shot. The two blade Eskimo hit home and soon I was standing over him.
As bucks often do, he shrank 25 points after hitting to ground. That said, the only book that truly matters is my own. This old gray haired southern country redneck was on cloud nine. These are the days you live for.
Topic: Any Bowhunting Day Is Good…But Some are Even Better! (Read 977 times)
