She seemed to be settling down until she cut my tracks. Then the high stepping deal started and she began pulling her fawns with her. When the bigger of the two fawns stepped to a shooting lane broadside, a split second thought "can I thread this through?" entered my mind. Just as fast the arrow was gone. The lighted nock hit perfect and popped out the other side. The deer bolted, but its twin sister stopped to smell the arrow. For a moment she looked like Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer as she sniffed the nock. Crashing noises 30 yards away confirmed a perfect hit. After the woods settled an owl let loose close by. Deciding that I wasn't froze solid yet, and tags left in our party, I decided I'd sit for a while longer and soak up the moment. I knew this was my last hunt for the year so I wanted relish every last moment. Fifteen minutes later I caught movement to the West again, and knew it was a different doe with two trailing fawns. Again the doe was in the lead and again she picked me out in my tree. The difference this time was she didn't cut my trail and she looked like she was late for an appointment. When she hit my opening at 12 yards, like magic the arrow was gone again and again she ran 30 yards and was down with a crash! To say I was beside myself is an understatement. Calls went out to the rest of my party with confirmation that help was on the way.
Topic: Magic with the 59er (Read 796 times)
