Well, on Monday my hunt really came to a big time slow down. I knew Darrell should see lots of deer and hopefully get some shots and as you have read his post he did just that.
I found a nice group of white oaks behind one of the ponds Kenny had showed us. Darrell came to help me put my stand up and as we were looking for a tree he remembered Tracy posting about hunting behind a pond. I looked to my right and there was one of the cedars that Tracy had hunted out of. I'll have to give a big shout out to Tracy for trimming up some of the limbs. A perfect tree. Lots of sign. I was for sure gonna see something here!
Monday afternoon around 6:00 I just knew I would get my chance. I heard a deer coming from the pond. Here it comes! Staight to me!. A perfect shot at 8 steps. But wouldn't you know it, it was a 4 pointer.
From Monday afternoon until Thursday morning I did not see a deer. Lots of time to watch nature, and imagine I was seeing deer that truned out to be leaves or tree limbs. That kind of stuff.
We had a good visit with Kenny on Wednesday night. I resharpened all of Darrells broadheads.
And told Darrell that I was going to kill something Thursday morning.
The weather changed for the better Wednesday afternoon. A fron came through and a little rain. Thursday moring was cool, clear, and very still.
At 7:30 two doe came through the draw at a fast trot. I figured they were being chased and I was right. About 50 yards behind them was a buck. All three passed by me on the hillside facing me at about 30 yards. They stopped about 60 yards away. I couldn't tell if the buck was legal or not. I pulled out the grunt call and gave him a try. He came straight to me. The doe followed him.
It was the 8 pointer Darrell had passed twice. What a bummer! Earlier in the week I had told Kenny I was not shooting a small buck. :D
I let him go. I was hoping one of the doe would give me a shot. They left too. As I stood there not believing what just happened, I heard a deer coming from behind me. I was hoping the doe were coming back. It was the little buck. I had a first. I watched him make a rub 10 yards in front of me. He pawed the tree with his leg and licked it.
He made a small circle around my tree. Never had a clue I was there. I was begging him to leave. He didn't leave. I just hoped Darrell would forgive me and Kenny would not remind me that I said I was not shooting a little buck.
The shot was broad side at 9 steps. I came to full draw and let er fly. The zwickey "no mercy" on the working end of my arrow was a complete pass through and bedded up in the ground after going through the buck.
He made two hopps and jumped a little drain. Stood still turning his head side to side as if to look for whatever just hit him. Started to walk and piled up 25 yards from my stand.