This is why bowhunting is so great...and frustrating. Strong north wind, dry leaves, a few new scrapes and I settled in my ambush location at 2pm. Haven't hunted this spot since the Hurricane.
Large trees had fallen courtesy of Hurricane Sandy and the only spot I couldn't shoot was to my right. A small knob that deer travel, maybe 15 yds from my spot. I catch movement in a small field 60 yds out. No mistaking that super white muzzle...I glassed the deer and he was a nice 6pt.
He stops, staring in my direction he starts to trot my way. Bow ready, eyes focused...then...maybe 40 yds in front of me, a large doe comes bounding..straight at me. She hangs a left (5 yds away), tops the knob and is standing behind this massive blowdown no more than 8 yds to my right.
Praying the 6pt would follow, I concentrated where she just came from. Not to be...he decided to "cut her off" and comes trotting in at an angle to my right, spooking her off and HE decides to stop...exactly where she did.
Here's this deer, eight yards away, eyeballing the doe and I'm kneeling there eyeballing him. Maybe a minute or two passed when he turned left and continued after the doe, offering no shot. :mad:
Darkness came and I eased over the stonewall fence and cut away a bunch of limbs. Now I have a clear 15 yd shot to my right. If I hunted this spot a few days ago, I would have seen the mess and cleared out a shooting lane. We'll see what happens the rest of the week...