Been a tough season for me. Not for the lack of game. I had plenty of shots. But I just couldn't seem to pull it together and get an arrow where it was supposed to be. I even killed my first trad deer 3 weeks into the season but my shooting was WAY off. That doe was just unlucky enough to stick her neck in the way of the arrow.
I had about given it up several times and came on here and pouted and whined and ya'll kept me at it. LOTS of great advice and encouragement. Even had long email conversations with several people with nothing but good advice.
Tonight I climbed in my stand about 3 pm and saw nothing more than a few squirrels and an armadillo until 5:15. Dark was settling in and I looked out across the pasture to the south of my stand and see two deer headed my way along the woodline. As they get closer I can see horns. Now were in business! :p
A little 4 point jumps the fence and heads my way only to see an arrow stuck in the ground that I'd shot at a squirrel earlier and turn around. He changes his mind and turns around again and keeps on coming. Right behind him is a decent little 6 point. The 4 point walks past me but never presents a shot. The 6 point comes straight to my stand only to have the armadillo that had been feeding around me for the last two hours come busting out of the palmettos and spook him. He runs off and then promtly turns around and heads back.
He walks into a small opening in the brush and stops and looks the other way.
I remember feeling my anchor and knew the shot was good. I know now what it "feels" like to pick that spot.See the arrow hit that spot before it gets there. I KNEW I was going to make the shot! The buck turned 90 degrees away from me and crashed into the palmettos. I saw my arrow fly up in the air and the deer kept on going. Turns out it was only about 6 inches of arrow that broke off as he hit the palmettos.
I watched him run off and saw him again at the fence line, walking with his head down.
I got down and went to the house. Gave him 45 minutes and me and the wife went back. Very little blood. Just a drop here and a drop there. Got to where I last saw him and there was just a little more blood. Still not much.Crossed the fence and kept finding spots of blood going out into the pasture. 50 yards into the pasture my flashlight hits him.
I was so excited I was about in tears. God that feels good to make it happen the way its supposed to!!!
I think the reason for the poor blood trail was I put a couple of great big holes in the heart. Nothing there to pump any blood out!
Many, many thanks to all you great folks here on tradgang. I couldn't have done without ya'lls great advice and encouragement!
Not a monster buck. But I don't care. I'm prouder of this buck than any I've ever taken.I picked a spot. and I HIT IT!
:D :D :D :D
Super shrew scout
53#@28"
Easton XX75 with an Aboyer wapiti light and a 100 grain insert.
Topic: Finally! Picked a spot, and HIT IT! (Read 2207 times)
