I had kicked up a fawn doe on the way in, but other than that it was a squirrel fest for almost the entire evening. A couple of times I went to full draw on a gray squirrel and then a FAT fox squirrel only to be foiled by the finicky little ADHD critters as they darted away at the last minute.
As light started to drift away I thought of what a wonderful evening the Lord has blessed me with when all of a sudden there is a flash of brown and white screaming past me on the field edge! What in the world? A single doe crashes into the woods after running across an old Christmas Tree farm field.
Once into the wood's line she is well past me, but I am thankful for the sighting! Then without warning she completely turns around and starts angling directly to me! No way, I might get a shot! She gets to about 25 yards and cuts slightly to the left and starting to angle away. Getting between a cedar and a small poplar I mouth grunt her while bending my Tall Tines back in anticipation. My American Leathers big shot crossover let the string slip off of my fingers so smoothly and the shot is on it's way.
Striking back a little, but angling forward through the quartering away deer my Simmons Tiger Shark tipped arrow slips through the doe solidly and she is off!
Looks good!