The 1st deer to come in got a green light and I was ready and willing. She was a youngish doe which I scrutinized for quite some time to be sure she wasnt the dreaded nubbin buck.
Took her a while to quarter away and just as she did I drew, hit anchor and............ busted again. She heard a slight rustle that she didnt like and was gone like a puff of smoke in a hurricane.
To borrow the saying from Robert "I Cant Truly Say What Was Going On Over The Next 10 Minutes, I Was Having Some Quiet Time To Myself. "
After who knows how long I was back on point and opened my eyes in time to see 4 gals crossing a low pasture about 100 yards out. They were very spooky with the wind and made a big loop which brought them to my right, slightly uphill and about 3 bow lengths way. They were covered in brush and I couldnt shoot just yet even though I was close enough to see whiskers and the shine of their lips.
Two smaller ones crossed in front of me through a finger of cedars. I let them pass waiting for the biggest. As I caught glimpses of her I started drawing "Shakira" making her flex those limber limbs. As soon as the big doe was clear and straight broadside I aimed 3" below her heart and released.
She did the classic Texas drop and roll which didnt pay off for her this time. The 650 grain Silver Flame tipped arrow caught her exactly where I wanted and I watched her do about 150 yards of that flat out death run that makes a man sure his game wont go far.
I gave her some time and about 10 minutes after the shot I heard a deer blowing about 50 yards from where I saw her enter the cedar choked feeder creek bottom. That let me know for sure she was mine. While the sun was still up but sinking fast into the horizon I got dow for the tracking.
Initially only a few sparse drops of blood, common in my experience of Texas deer.