Thanks for all the congrats.
Kirk, I had several pictures of the bow with the deer..but I just wasn't in the mood after lossing all the photos to put a lot of effort into the head shot. He had blown blood out of his nose with the heart, lung shot and I didn't feel like cleaning it up for a photo. Came close to doing harm to my camera.
Anyway, what makes it extra bad is..(I'll do a little synopsis of what my photos would have shown)..I decided to hunt a place I found one spring while gobbler hunting, have been wanting to hunt for 3 yrs..my favorite spot as far as potental for big bucks. I haven't hunted it because it's so far and hard to get to, but yesterday I left the house walking two hrs before daylight so I'd have plenty of time.
I'd hunted way back in there about 1/4 mile short of this spot the afternoon before and left LW Hand Climber and safety harness there. I picked them up on the way in.
I'm already tired and now have a full backpack (wool vest, wool shirt, longjohn top, fleece pull over, thick cotton Asat shirt, rattling horns, kitchen sink and everything else I always carry...along with climber and harness, sooo... eventually as I have been doing for about 3 yrs... I talk myself out of going way back to the best spot and head to another good one on the way. Get to it and didn't like the looks of the trails, so head for another good one. It's getting daylight by now and soon as I get just about to this spot deer start blowing. Now, I've stunk up the whole area zig zagging walking circles everywhere around looking for these spots and now blown deer out..so my confidence level is really low in the whole area. I've seen exactly one little doe since opening day Oct. 1 and tell myself I'm not going to climb a tree that as soon as I get up there I'll wish I was somewhere else.
In frustration I say to hell with all this it's already daylight and I'm going to hunt that best looking spot no matter what.
When I get through all the head high greenbrair, tip toe through all the 2" locust thorns, climb over the blow downs..I'm to the top of the highest saddle in the chunk of Shawnee I hunt..about a 3mile long by 3mile wide at one end and 1 mile at the other rectangular with no roads in it. It's 7:30am when I find the tree I want to climb and it's in the middle of several well used trails.
I'm soaked, from the wet woods and sweat, feet wet, from wore out boots and it's 40 degrees. Taking blood thinners that's cold.
I tell myself..heck with it, I'm going to sit up here a couple hrs. and then go order some damn boots.
I'm going to get my money's worth out of them lost photo's so will do another post to finish the story..