I would like to start this story by saying thanks to Leatherneck for the support and starting the post for me I have been a little busy today. The day started at 5:00am little rain but not bad, but buy the time i had arrived at camp it was a down pour. I had decided i came out so i should just suck it up and go hunting and I'am glad I did. When I got into my stand it all had but quit raining so that was good news, I was not in my stand more than 30 minutes and a sound of a branch breaking was my key to get ready. The deer was coming at me and made a loop back to my stand when I got my first look at him, it was the unique 8pt I had multipule trail pics of this season. I grabbed my bow and prepared for the shot, let me tell you I have not shot a Buck with my bow in 7 years because I always talked my self out of shotting for one reason or another. This buck had caught my eye early in the season and this would be my buck. As he crossed my trail at 18 yards and put his nose to the ground were I had put some Tinks doe-in-heat he stopped to inspect what he had found and that was my shot. I pulled and took my aim and released, I don't know if he jumped the string or my mark was off but I hit him high but right behind the shoulder, what happened next i had never witnessed, his butt hit the ground as he let out a roar. The buck stood there on his front legs looking around and began to cough blood, I love these animals way to much to see one suffer so I thought I would get another arrow in him to finish him. I pulled back and put the perfect shot right behind the shoulder just knowing I had taken his heart out and I did just that. I am hunting on a pine ridge that has 40 foot highwalls on both sides of it, anyone that is from here or has hunted here knows what are land looks like in Ohio, old coal land. It just figures he would try to get to the edge of and go over the highwall that I didn't want him to go down, so I paniced and tried to get another arrow in him to try to keep him from making it to the edge and that was a mistake it hit a limb and spinned him in the middle of the back. This I think was what gave him the boost of energy to make it over the highwall and to the rocks below. "We all learn lessons in life and I learned a couple today". I gave him 30 minutes and went to see my buck, as I came upon him a happiness could be felt that I had been missing for some time. As I began to take photos I thought how in the world would I get him out of here, up and I mean UP in every direction. I think it was from being pumped up but 2 hours later I had came up 40 feet across the pine ridge and down another 40 feet and out the hollow to the field edge. This is a true trophy in my eyes and I am blessed to have got him. Leatherneck will be posting some photos soon to go with the story. Thanks for reading my story and good luck to those that are still hunting.
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