Wed. night found me in my third diferent setup in four days and I was pretty confifdent I had found the "Spot on the Spot". It was the 5th day of my 6 day hunt in a Park Mang. Hunt and I had watched a doe come out of this thicket for two nights. I had moved my stand after my last evenings sit and felt very confident that I would be presented with a 8 to 12 yard shot just to my left. As the light was fading I hear that tell tell sound of a stick snaping over my left shoulder that my ears told me wasnt a squirrl. A min. latter here she comes, just off the trail a few yards so its going to put her at about 12 to 13 yards :D My heart went from 0 to 60 in .2 seconds, it was go time. She entered my first shooting lane and I gave a squeek but no go, she entered my second and I gave a soft whistle, thats what I was looking for!! Broad side at 12 to 13, 10 min. before quitting time and a Shark thats Hungery
"OH NO ITS GOING LOW" was my first thought but then she ducked
Now I see that my arrow has hit her stright up the leg but not sure if its high enough to get into the chest cavity
She takes off and after a brief run off of about 50 yards, its quiet..... 10 seconds go by and I hear one quiet crash