Thanks guys, appreciate the high fives and handshakes.
Second outing this year, same stand. NW wind in the face along property line where two fence lines "T." Saw a doe about 5:50 come out in the beans 100 yds out and feed for a few minutes then returned to the timber. About 10 min before last light, a hear two doe bleats along tree line behind the trees. Here comes one, two, now four, now six, finally 7. As luck would have it, they head due north away from me except a little fellar. Well, I'm not shooting the little ones (my nephew is good a that, he shot another button buck last weekend 10 min in his stand, dirty rat). So the little guy keeps coming but now momma wants to keep tabs so she starts coming behind him. Well, as true luck would have it, the whole herd follows and start feeding all within 20 yds. Justifying the doe kill in my mind since they are in a big group, momma breaks to my right and stops 8 yds out but I don't have a clear shot due to an overhanging branch. I've got my bow drawn and anchored and I slowly kneel to get clearance and stop to take a breath, relax, and release. Lighted arrow quickly disappears and then reappears. What the what the, did I miss? Arrow seemed to flop on the ground. Deer break up and momma heads into the beans, but doesn't go far and it gets really quiet. The rest of the pack return from whence they came. Grab phone and txt the Mrs that it looks good and I'll be home late. Now time to lower bow, well, lost my carabiner and have to tie a knot to lower my bow.....there she goes, knot failed and my bow crashes below me. Pick up arrow and it's covered in blood end to end. Walk back to truck and get the gator and call nephew (who owes me for cleaning his deer and tolerating his charm), and we go out and she's not 30 yds in the beans.
Well, if you are still with me, thanks for all the support and comradery over the years. I decided early on that I am going to fill the freezer this year and try not to trophy hunt (as much, already changing my mind...)