Well I am officially jello now. Everything is shaking and I am lovin it! When it got quiet I just stood there in disbelief at what just transpired. After giving thanks to God for the experience, I turned and walked back to my truck to give her awhile. I decided to go back to the camp and get my buddys son and friend who were there to come help with the tracking and hopefully the dragging. Those young eyes are amazing! We found blood right at the bank and then lost it about 50 yards in. One of the boys circled around the north side of the thicket and there she was!
I was so happy, and yet a tinge of sadness that always accompanies walking up to an animal I just killed. No regrets, just respect. She was beautiful and a perfect deer to harvest. Giving thanks to God again, this time for the gift of this animals life, I promised to utilize all of it for me and my family in the way of food.
As we, mostly they, drug the deer out of the woods, I could not help but think that this would be one of the many unforgettable experiences of my life as a bowhunter. A gun would have stopped this experience when she came down the bank 80 yards away but because I bowhunt I saw her feet at 3 yards, an arrow disappear at 25 and the hand of God on my life - again.