Last week the impending doom of gun season prompted me to get my butt in gear and proceed with plan B. The woods by my home change with the first day, so I needed to greener pastures. I loaded up a pack with steps, beverages, and a climbing belt and strapped it to my wife.
This parcel of land is public and is archery only. My spot is 1 mile climb with a 1800 feet elevation ascent.
I prepared a tree on hardwood bench where two rock chutes intersect. My stand choice was correct this day.
About 7:15 a nice 7 pt cruised by at 25 yards,or so just out if reach.I was glad to see him none the less. About 10 minutes later, a young buck came up he same chute the other went down, He was coming in on my right and I waited until his head was behind a tree then I stood and turned.
At 4 yards from the tree, the angle was tough, but I feel I could make a lethal hit. The arrow just missed the near side lung, but destroyed the off side with a low exit wound.
The blood trail was profuse and a joy to follow.
That was until I saw where he dropped off a 500 feet, 45 degree rock strewn drop off, and of course he made it to the bottom. I am so thankful that I had my good friend, and hunting partner Chuck with me. It took is an hour to get him to the top, so we could get him out the last mile.
The majestic Hudson River over my shoulder.
My pack mule
I feel blessed to have taken him.He isn't the biggest but it took a lot of effort to get it done. Thanks for reading.
Glen
Topic: Opening day of gun season in NY (Read 669 times)
