Sadly, no bloody arrow at the end of this tale...
For the past 7 years, since I was old enough to bowhunt, I've been fighting a loosing battle against a deerless curse. Had a few chances at a doe or two, but none as close as today.
I HAD planned to hunt out of an ambush site today, right along a rub line. Thought that I'd see a deer. Never expected my chance to come while getting there.
I was about 50-100 yards from where I wanted to be, when the trail passed between to hills. I spotted a cluster of gray birch atop one that would break up my outline and allow me to get a better view without being spotted.
Still can't believe that at the very moment I stopped, I spotted a forkhorn within twenty paces from me, just going about his business. I have never, NEVER, felt such a rush. There he was. I remember getting an arrow on the string, but he never offered a decent shot. Well, at one point he did, but it was a real thread-the-needle shot that I just didn't feel comfortable with.
Sadly, after a while I felt the wind shift against the back of my neck. We all know how that situation ends. Still, what an absolute rush. I love bowhunting, but I was starting to believe a deer wasn't in the cards for me. This experiance was epic for me, and enough to renew my vigor. What a time.
Just thought I'd share. Wouldn't have been possible without alot of you. And hey, the seasons just starting, and possibilities are endless...