Hunted north of Florence this morning. 50 degrees as the moonlight was overpowered by the rising sun. At 7:15 two does came from my 7 o'clock position. The older doe was showing the effects of the drought....pretty guant. The younger one looked to have more meat on her so I decided to take her if they'd just quit boring holes through me as they fed. When I felt it safe to draw I raised my bow the last 3 inches and I swear it took me 3 minutes to draw to anchor as they were at 11 yards and I was in a 6' tripod backed into some cedars. At release the string caught on those little rubber dots on one of the fingers of my glove that I was wearing under my tab....the shot went high/back.
After 1/2 an hour went to get my buddy and drove to town to have some coffee before trailing her. When we got back we couldn't find any blood, but I saw the trail they took out on. After 40 yards I found my arrow....small amount of blood, lots of meat. Shot her right through the tenderloin. We couldn't find any blood on the ground after a large grid search so we tracked their running hoof prints for over 1/2 mile before losing them.
I know this one's going to make it, but it doesn't take the sight of a bad shot out of your head. First thing I did when I got home was cut those 3 fingers out of that glove.