Three does had just cruised through barely out of range and as I watched them feed their way up the hill, I had full intentions of slipping one of the old gals a broadhead if given the chance, but it wasn't in the cards for tonights sit. I was later lulled into a trance by the cool breeze and the constant skittering back and forth by countless grey and fox squirrels. I don't know how long I had heard it, but finally the heavy foot falls of a deer in the bone dry leaves snapped me out of my squirrel induced coma! I slowly looked to my left and saw a long tine and some main beam. Enough to know he was a mature buck. He had a partner with him, but other than the fact that he had antlers, I really couldn't tell much about him. Buck number 1 was standing behind some briars on the hillside above about 20 yards away. For a brief moment, I thought about waiting to see what kind of deer buck number 2 was, but as I glanced back towards the first buck, he was making his way up a trail, quartering away. I really don't recall the draw, anchor or release, but I vividly saw the bright colored fletching just before the arrow buried itself into the buck's rib cage. An instant crimson smear appeared on his side and all hell broke loose. No mule kick, no jump,just instant power and speed as he fled the scene, tearing up the woods as he went. I could hear the distinct metallic clank of the XX75 deep in his side. Within a few seconds, all was quiet except for the piercing of a squirrel chattering and barking his head off in the direction the back made his last sprint. After the shakes wore off, a buddy and I took up the track. It was solid, but nothing to write home about. We lost blood a short way into the trail, but quickly found his escape route and 150 yards later, I was able to put my hands on him! I thanked my friend for allowing me to hunt on his place and whispered a prayer to the Man upstairs and then pinched myself to see if it was real...the pinch still hurts!
Topic: My buck of a lifetime! (Read 3917 times)
