Earlier this week my buddy Hunter called me up and asked me if I wanted to head up to Scott county with him and deer hunt this weekend. Well I'm not one to pass up the opportunity to kill somebody else's deer so Hunter, our friend Damon (Rigderunner on here), and I loaded up early Saturday morning and drove on up there to see what we could do.
After a walmart stop, a Mcdonalds stop, and a bathroom break we found ourselves running about an hour late. Hunter dropped me off at a woodlot around 8:45 and sent me on my way with a climber stand. Now this is the first time I've ever been up here so I'm just trying to find me a decent tree to shimmy up. I worked my way down the edge of the hill looking for a tree but couldn't find any do at 9:10 I just found me a log, kicked away the leaves, and sat down behind it.
A few minutes after I sat down I decided to hit my grunt call and see what would happen and well...something happened. I catch a glimpse of a deer working through the cane to my left and she pops out at 8 yards and locks right on to me. She does that old head bobbing deal for a minute or two but she couldn't quite figure out what the big brown shape was so she just went about her business. I knew I would have a shot so I got ready to shoot, brought my bow up, picked a spot, and in typical Matthew fashion got busted drawing. She took off running for about 30 yards, looked back at me, stomped, walked back to about 15 yards, blows, then runs back to her original spot. She does this THREE SEPARATE TIMES before she decides to head up the hill.
This very well may be the dumbest deer I have ever seen because she walks up to about 25 yards up the hill, stomps and blows, the comes parallel to me feeding. I was struggling to find a shooting lane until I saw one little gap in the saplings that was about 15 yards away. I knew she was headed that way so I pulled up and waited for her to enter the lane. That deer walked perfectly into the lane and stopped so picked a tuft of fur, drew, and released before I hit my anchor.
At the shot I knew I was in trouble and that was confirmed when I saw my white fletchings disappear mid-drift on the deer which took off in a very sickly manner. I found this at the scene of the crime. Turns out the deer was further than I thought originally, something a bit over 20 yards.
I didn't even need to see the arrow to know what had happened. I decided to give her 8 hours and take up the trail.
Topic: Good friends, dumb luck, and an ancient doe. (Read 601 times)
