i got out early this morning, climbed to the top ridge with my climber and got setup and sat till about 9:30, and desided i would try and get a sqirrel, so slipped down into a steep valley where the dirt was soft still from the rain we had the other day,
(looking back from where i came from)
had two shots but missed,(but not by much)
10:30 i looked up on the ridge and there were two does walking the trail rite beneeth my stand,
dadgummitt!
so i slipped up and climbed in,
about 10 minutes later 4 does come down the trail rite to where i wanted them, but!
i had just crossed there, and they smelt me,
they werent sure what to do,they stood there for about 10 minutes, then decided they better go back the way they came,
daggummitt!
i had them on video for 10 minutes standing there but i wont bore you with that.
just as i settled back down,
i looked behind me and 2 does are coming,
in a hurry i tried to get the camera turned around and on, but they were derectly behind my tree, and i gave up on the camera getting ready for a shot.
the bigger of the two was moving pretty quick and by the time i got turned she was behind a tree past me already.
so i turned my attention to the other one, she was only about 3-4 yards from my tree when she passed,
so i let her get out to about 7 yds.
the arrow hit her perfect, through the top of her lung and through the heart,
she bolted hard.
she went maybe a hudred yds, and died running.
the exit hole just off center of her briskett.
the broadhead cut her offside leg when it came through.