i was just starting to get cold(fingers and toes) and starting to think about bailing out.
it was about sunset i caught movment off to my left about a hundred yds away.
got my hands out of my pockets and picked up my bow and knocked the arrow.
nice big fat doe,( oh boy here we go.)
thats what i always say to my self, she was on a trail that would tak her about 50-60 yds away , and for what ever reason she turned and came down on the trail leading under my stand,
thirty....twenty....fifteen...shes nervous, i know she can smell me,i been there for what three hrs. she stomps her foot trying to get somthing to move,sticking her nose in the air checking and rechecking, she's not sure but she takes another step, then she turned her head aweay and i raise my bow and draw all in one motion slow and smooth,
she seen me and hops afew yards away and ive good a goodshot and it just feels rite..
that arrow was so pretty in flight it was like a slowmotion movie.PERFECT! sheran about 40 yds and tipped over.......buetiful doe!