Took my Toelke Super D out for a mid - day hunt and was truly fortunate. Don't normally change bows during season, however, could not resist giving the Thunderchild a break and toting my Toelke awhile. I went to a spot in the swamp that can only be accessed by boat, and just barely then. This difficult location is a blessing as I doubt another person has set foot in there for years. I sat in a hide constructed the year before but never hunted. It is a small strip of waist high broomstraw about 30 yards across and 80 yards long. Deer seem very comfortable using it as a travel corridor. The surrounding switchcane, greeenbriar and willow thickets are dense beyond words and the deer simply would rather travel the relative ease of the broomstraw lane. This makes for an outstanding funnel. He came right up the lane about 10:30 and offered a great 15 yard broadside shot. Everything went perfect until the Indian malfunctioned. The arrow went real close to the spot I picked, just a couple of inches low. Trouble is, I shoot very low in the chest anticipating the deer loading it's muscles to run. He did not react at all and did not drop an inch. As a result the shot was alarmingly low in the chest and I was immediately worried as he whirled and disappeared not acting in the least like a hard hit deer. Luckily, I must have clipped something he needed as there was a fairly decent blood trail the whole 500 yards he twisted and turned in those thickets. That steady blood trail was my saving grace. It was a 2 blade Magnus Stinger broadhead by the way. There is no way to get a boat, or any land vehicle anywhere near where he died and I had an exausting recovery. I had to quarter and pack him out. He is my best traditional deer by a wide margin. I don't really have the words to describe the feeling I had walking up on such a magnificent animal, or the relief of finding him after a less than great shot.
Topic: Toelke Hill bow and late season buck (Read 3060 times)
