Okay, back to the hunt........The afternoon started out alright there was a little bit of movement in the field, and sometimes this can be good for opportunity, this afternoon was not the case, though. Normally we hit the stand 3-4 hours before dark, knowing full well that the real chance come just after the sun drops behind the Tabacco Root Mountains, it is then when things start moving. The deer start coming off the Madison and into the fields, well tonight they were right on time!! :D As I watched there appeared a doe followed by a couple of good size fawns, but as she neared the bank, I lost sight of her. In that area the bank is higher by 3 feet or so than the river so I didn't think to much of it. That is till shooting light started fading fast and there was no sign of her. About that time I glanced over to the East and there she was, she had gone down stream and come in behind me. Well she wasn't quite in the shooting lane that would work, and it wasn't really to my liking. Then she stopped broadside, face totally hid by branches, but the problem was the branches, if she turned the wrong way, and I didn't get a pass through, I wouldn't be able to see the arrow, so I held up, this was at 10 yards! A few moments and about five steps later she was in a great lane, and just slightly quartering. One glance and I knew she was just past 12 yards, just like shooting in my basement!!! So I picked a spot, came to anchor and pulled off the string. Now somewhere I heard it said that when you release that arrow, time slows down and that the flight of that arrow is forever etched into your memory, when the reality is things are happening pretty damn quick!!! Well, for that first 11 yards that arrow was going to the exact spot that I had intended it to go to, and then, well that ole' doe, she decided to turn.
Now would be a good time to go do some leather work and come back to this one later, but alas I will get it told.
Fortunately she turned away, making a slight quartering away shot into a heavy quartering away shot. The arrow hit back, and even though it was where it was I knew that something good was hit. Quietly I got down from the tree and went over to look for blood, there was nothing, so I went to where Rich was and we decided to call it a night.
The next mornings hunt was uneventful, and after all the deer left the field we started to put together last night events, The deer ran past Rich, so we looked around, no blood and no arrow. we started to look where we knew she would go. A while later Rich found the arrow, it was broke but the point was still attached! Continuing on the trail where I figured she would go, led us straight to the river. It was there that I figured if she made it in and across, the trail was gone. After talking to Rich a minute, he agreed to go back to where we had left the arrow, and I walked around the next bend in the river. Well it was just past that bend, about 15 yards from where we figured she crossed the river, there she lay!
Will post a picture in a bit................
Thanks,