It got dark and I nocked another arrow knowing it would be a while before I was picked up. I promised the crew that I wouldn't try to climb down out of this tree without them there, just in case.
There's always a chance for hogs to come in after dark so I sat in solitude and waited...
Probably a half hour later I could hear David's truck rattling in the distance and getting closer. Soon I could see lights as well.
I packed up my gear and lowered my bow just as they were pulling up.
I climbed down and they(Don, Michael, David) asked about where the doe was. I told them they'd just drove past her out in the field!
My main concern now was recovering my arrow, more specifically, Chris' VPA!
There was no need to follow the bloodtrail except for the fact that we needed to find the arrow. Michael took the lead and 20yds into the trail he found my arrow...intact!!!!
We headed right out into the field where David had already drove up on my doe...
Chris' 1 1/4" VPA had once again done an outstanding job. Arrow entered here...
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And came out half way between the "elbow" and knee of the opposite leg. That's how steep the angle of the shot was!
One very happy hunter and guide...
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We loaded her up and were off to pick up Rob, and then Terry...