Bear with me...Worked Thurs night, got home 3am. A few hours sleep and I had some errands to run. See,
my mom's 60 yr old furnace died. Won't get the new one until Tuesday. So, had to make sure space heaters were keeping her bedroom was warm.
11:00am..just leave the bank to head home, my truck won't start. Dead...just won't turn over. Call my AAA and get some women from Latin America who I can't understand and she can't understand me. After yelling some choice words in the phone, I hang up and call my buddy....owns a tow service.
He brings me and truck to my Mechanic..."Could be the starter but I won't get to it until Monday morning."...He takes me home and to relax, start shooting the bow outside. My mind really wasn't on bowhunting but I figured what the heck...what else could go wrong.... :rolleyes:
So, I head behind my mom's house to hunt her 5 acres of over grown orchards. This is right across the street from my home....I nestle in at 2:30 and sit there until 4:30 with no action. couldn't entice anything in with my doe bleats and grunts.
I pack up everything in the Catquiver, grab the bow and stand up. Bingo...taking his time and walking by at 40 yds was a decent 8pt. Maybe 16" wide, small tines but large body. You could read his mind...I'm leaving here and heading over there, get outta my way.
Now..over there means across mom's small field, across the road, across my front lawn then into the field behind my home which is 300 acres of overgrown orchards and hardwoods. After letting him pass and outta sight, I hurried to the back of mom's lawn and watch the deer walk around my home, take a few minutes to rub a sapling, then head off.
The only thing left to do was head home, shoot a few arrows in the shop, take a hot shower and pour a large Sangria. Tomorrow morning is another day...