Friday a buddy called and asked if I wanted to join him this weekend to hunt. Well why would you turn that offer down? He has a fantastic farm that my brother and another one of his friends hunt. They are all still looking for their buck so I asked him where i could go so I didn't mess any of them up. We looked at the farm on our phones and he said I could go anywhere in the front section.
My first question was where were the nut trees. He pointed out two fingers of woods that had nut trees and I was soon off to check them out. The first place I checked was in a shallow draw with thick CRP fields on either side. I could see the large oak trees from the top of the hill and proceeded through the 8 foot tall grasses down the middle of the fields to them. When I stepped in the woods I quickly found them and could see they were being used as the ground was scuffed up. Before I stepped into the wood line I could hear acorns falling. On closer inspection and after seeing three piles of scat I instantly walked back to the truck to get my ladder sticks and stand. Found a good tree about 20 yards from the nut tree that seemed the hottest and hung my stand.
I hunted it Saturday night and saw two does but they didn't use the nut tree that night. They went by at about 60 yards. Returning tonight I was about to move the stand over 45 yards or so where the field edge and a steep bank funneled the two does the night before, but stuck with the original plan because you know what happens when you move a stand and can see the spot you just came from.
The woods was dead still tonight and with a cedar thicket to my rear at around 6:30 I hear a stick snap a short distance away. I turned around to see a doe that had snuck in behind me. Man they move like ghosts sometime.
She was 25 yards away and proceeded straight to the nuts and I stood to ready for a shot. She got to the tree and started loudly popping open acorns and gorging herself. She had her back end toward me and was working her way around under the tree but away from me. I hung my bow back on the hanger and was hoping she would turn around and continue feeding.
She fed down away from me and finally stopped and turned to go around the opposite side of the tree from me. I then hoped she would continue feeding around the tree and she finally did. She turn up the hill and began heading toward me. I grabbed my bow again and began my pre-shot reminder. "Pick a spot", "Pick a spot".
She got to the base of the large nut tree facing me just standing eating the nuts. Then she finally turned to her right. She stopped as she was crunching on another nut she found and at 15 yards was well in range. Only problem was a small limb right across her vitals. She ate that acorn and took two more steps and found another. Now she was perfect.
I found a small spot on her where I though appropriate and put a little pressure on the string. I then checked alignment with my knuckle as I always do, then instantly focused both eyes on the spot. I slowly drew, reached anchor and the shaft was sent.
It never left my line of sight and slammed into the spot I had picked out. I could see my fletchings touching hair that meant just about 5" of shaft didn't go through. She bolted off down the hill, across the creek and into the other CRP field across the way from me. In less than 20 seconds I hearded her thrashing in the tall grasses.
I sat for a second and began packing up to climb down. The shot had been through here from my perch.
I found blood at the shot site and could quickly walk along following it.
at 10 yards all was looking good.
At about 50 yards I found this.
When she made it to the other CRP field the grass was painted red chest high and down.
I knew it wouldn't be long now.
Topic: What's THAT on my arrow! (Part 2) (Read 1496 times)
