I thought the morning was going to be a bust. I set my alarm on my cell phone for 5:30...p.m.
When I woke up and looked at it this morning it said 5:59...damn! I scrambled around, making coffee and getting dressed, ate a piece of toast and headed for the woods. It was starting to get light when I got there, crap! I headed for the closest stand...the one Dave killed his buck from last weekend. My cousin's son-in-law had hunted out of it yesterday morning and hadn't seen a thing, so I wasn't optimistic...especially with my late start.
I climbed into the stand, buckled my HSS, nocked an arrow, hung up my bow, fished my grunt tube out of my pack, and sat down to wait. Within a minute, I saw a buck moving west along the creek about 75 yards away. I hadn't even had time to put on my face mask...ugly was going to have to do. I can called and he turned and started heading right for me. There is a scrape about 12 yards from the stand and he stopped and turned broadside in that. Unfortunately, there was a limb in the way, so I had no shot. I thought if I could just step forward on the stand a bit, I could shoot over the limb. I stepped and the stand squeaked! Up came his head. I tried to hide behind my bow, but it's skinny and I'm not. Exit deer stage left. :(
I watched him run about 50 yards, then slow down. I hit the can call and he stopped and looked back. I thought, what the heck, so I hit it again. Here he comes! He got to about 22 yards and turned broadside again. There were some small branches about 8 yards in front of him, but I could see a window through them. I came to full draw and thought to myself, I've got this shot. From the corner of my eye, I saw his head turn away from me. Then I saw an arrow on its way...dang, I don't recall releasing it.
I saw him duck then run west. I looked back at where he had been standing and could just make out my fletching (it's kinda dim here at 7:05). The color just didn't look right. I climbed down, walked over to the arrow and this is what I found: