I thought I might share a reflection of a fantastic hunt I had this past fall. I harvested a beauty of a whitetail I couldn’t have been more proud of. It was a fantastic hunt…
I dream about fall all year long. I love the anticipation of the hunt, the sweet smell of the forest floor, and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. I treasure the moments before sunrise, as I sit in the silence of the forest before light. I love the adrenalin rush that I get when a whitetail slips into view.
Movement caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye the shape of a deer materialized. I slowly peered 40 or 50 yards, trying to make out the culprit. Two bucks worked their way through the brush. Mature buck was my first thought, and predator mode switched on. I let the bucks gain a safe distance before I rattled. A quick tinkle of the horns and a soft grunt was all I dared muster. A minute or two past before I saw this buck begin to lumber in. He was a sight to behold. He had a kingly appearance and I knew I was on his turf.
He stood ears pinned back for minutes gazing past me. This was not the kind of buck who passed up a fight. I breathed slowly. Trying to release the tension building in my body. Finally he began stepping passed me, convinced the fighters had fled. At eight steps I drew, anchored, and the arrow began its flight. The cedar shaft buried deep on its intended mark. The woods erupted in chaos for a second, and calm returned as leaves fell back to the forest floor. The buck only made it some 60 yards.
As I approached I was filled with many emotions. As fellow bow hunters you know understand what I am talking about. I still get excited relating the story. I guess sharing it with tradgangers is a great way to close out the experience.
Topic: Iowa Whitetail Harvest! (Read 1846 times)
