This past Friday, school was closed. So I left well before sun up and headed to hunt the club with friends. A close friend and two of his buds came down and camped for a week of hunting. When I arrived, everybody was still asleep. So I slipped into my hunting close and headed for my stand.
Before I climbed into my stand, I put some James Valley out. Then up I went. It turned out to be a beautiful morning though a little colder than I was exspecting. I was really glad to see the sun. I was hunting a stand that sits in a strip of thick jungle like trees which sits between two cutovers. The deer love to move from one cutover to the other through this spot. I figured it would be a great place to see a deer during a full moon. Around 9:00 am, I spot movement coming in from my left. I slowly rise to my feet as a doe comes into view. She walked right up to the scent that I put out on my left and stuck her nose in it. Thats when all of the practice kicked in. I bent at my waste, camed to full draw with a solid anchor, picked my spot and concentrated, and let the string slip from my fingers. Thump! The big 190 Interseptor found its mark behind the front shoulder angling down. The doe bolted out and I could hear her bangling against trees as she ran. I gave her a little time and got down at 10 am. At first I walked to the area where I hit her and began to look for sign. I walked up the trail that I thought she took and found nothing. So I decide to go back and walk the second trail She ran in that general direction. It was a good enough hit so I figured I could go back to camp and get some help if I didn't find any sign. Once back at the location of the shot, I begin to walk the second trail. This trail was just yards from the first and they both ran in diferent directions once you got about ten yards beyond your view from the stand. So just maybe she ran the other trail. Well half way up the second trail I found this.
I quickly marked the sign with tape. I moved another foot to the left and found this.
Another few feet and I found this.
The trail began to jump out at me and for thirty five yards though tangle vines, pines, and trash trees I marked blood. And then I found this.
The simmons head did its job. I thanked the Good Lord for the blessing and went and got the truck. It was great to share this experience with folks who had never shot a bow and show them the effectiveness of a sharp, well placed broadhead. And to top the day off, my bud back at camp cooked everybody lunc, corn, mashed potatoes, and steak.
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