BLOOD not MUDD Bowspirit!!!

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 12:53:00 PM

umm Bowspirit ALLMOST got it done!

ron w · October 30, 2009, 12:58:00 PM

And the rest of the story.........

beachbowhunter · October 30, 2009, 01:21:00 PM

Either you guys are woodland elves or Bowspirit is one tall dude!

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 01:24:00 PM

believe it or not he is ONE TALL DUDE! i believe he is standing on a slight rise in the pic however. i am 5"9" and i think he is well over 6 foot.

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 01:29:00 PM

Seven years...seven years since I've seen deer within shooting range. Seven years since I've drawn down on one. And never have I gotten off a shot. This season is shaping up better than I could have imagined...and I still have yet to fill a tag...

More in a bit...

Gaff · October 30, 2009, 01:37:00 PM

lets go chris!!! out with it...

seriously man, im happy and sad for ya!!
your to good a shot, what happend???

gaff

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 01:39:00 PM

Gaff,
Chris is one of the best shots i know. oh yeah the deer was 10 yards standing broad side. he he he he he he, been there, done that!

vermonster13 · October 30, 2009, 01:40:00 PM

Get after them Chris.

BowHuntingFool · October 30, 2009, 01:49:00 PM

10 yards broadside, thats nothing..... I got ya beat, I've missed em at 7 yards broadside!

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 01:52:00 PM

Hey Ken...it was quartering away at ten paces. Keep it straight...

So, anyway...Ron, Ken, and I had the chance to hunt together this morning. Naturally, this would have been enough, since good company is just fine in my book. But I guess persistance is continuing to pay off.
The day started off a little slow. Lady luck refused to smile at me, and without a glimpse of so much as a chipmunk by 8:45, I decided to make my own luck. Out of curiousity, I mouth-grunted. Nothing of any loud volume, just enough to be heard in the general area. Pinned all my hopes on some wayward spike to be purusing the trails beside me.
Imagine my shock when the brush to my left starts cracking and breaking under the weight of something heavy rushing through it...

Dave Bulla · October 30, 2009, 02:11:00 PM

Darned Charlie Lamb story telling style....

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr :mad:

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 02:12:00 PM

It's addictive...

ishiwannabe · October 30, 2009, 02:16:00 PM

Im guessing you shot high? Im smiling from ear to ear....cant wait for the rest....

Now where is Killy with some smart quip?

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 02:28:00 PM

yeah where is that crazy lady??? her boy done missed and needs ta hear a few words from the ole curmudgeon!

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 02:34:00 PM

Seconds after commotion began in the brush, a yearling erupted into view from beneath a pine tree to my left. Brash little guy (or girl, though looking back, I'd bet it was a he. I was too caught up in the moment to check, though). He seemed deperate to find the source of the grunt. He began to head out of range, so out of curiosity, I grunted once more.
BAM! Off he went for the pine. But rather than disappearing forever, he did a double take before heading back in his original direction. Taking his place beneath the pine was a rather large doe. As fine a representative of her kind as could be imagined, she moved neither hide nor hair under her shelter. Instead, she fixed her gaze upon her yearling. Afraid for it, but not willing to reveal her position. Or so I'd like to believe.
Anyway, after a while, curiosity rose up once more. Afterall, mama wasn't moving, and junior was out of my range. Not to mention, the direct approach had already worked wonders.
As soon as the grunt left my lips, the yearling headed straight for mama. But he stopped. 10 paces away, slightly quartering away. Chest perfectly framed by to trees. After being so fickle, could the gods really show me such mercy.
By now, the words "pick a spot" were racing through my mind a mile a minute. Better them than my heart, I figured. Anyway, I eyed mama one last time. Perfect; she was paying attention to junior. My confidence as high as it would get, I drew and burned a hole through that deer. Holding for a second, then another, then...that dull thump of the longbow...

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 02:37:00 PM

that darn ole mule faced, snot nosed, ugly ole goat of a doe has busted me 3 times now!!! her days are numbered!

high mountain · October 30, 2009, 02:46:00 PM

Yer KILLIN me.....

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 02:47:00 PM

Lord knows what that charming crumudgeon Killie'll have to say...especially when I recall how I was humming the lyrics to "Invisible Touch" to myself to keep my heart from jumping outta my chest during the "deer-watching"...whatever works, right?

adkmountainken · October 30, 2009, 02:49:00 PM

now yer scaring me bro! Invisable Touch???? say it ain't so!!!!

Bowspirit · October 30, 2009, 03:00:00 PM

The arc of that all-white fletch/cap will alway be etched into my brain. A hair-popping woodsman, backed my a nasty 650-grains of fir shafts, ploughed straight through...20 inches of mud and leaf litter.
Yeah, I shot high. Close enough to almost shave her back, but with perfect windage. The white flower suddenly springing up from the earth with violent force sent mama, junior, and an unseen 3rd yearling bolting...only to slow to a sudden crawl to my left. In fact, they seemed to be taking there time. Meticulous, actually. Slowly, methodically strolling behind my stand. Perhaps if I was patient, I could make another shot happen. Of course, the sudden realization of the wind blowing into my face made there devious plans come into light. Needless to say, it wasn't long before the tell-all blows commenced...