Its been a few years now since i moved from compound to longbow.
While I have enjoyed many good hunts, and shot a range of pigs and goats and small game i had yet to take a deer of any species. partly because I soon realized after my first couple of atempts that deer, and especially fallow have an amazing ability to jump the string. With this in mind I limited myself to less than 20 yards and in the open country the fallow inhabit around here i can only just hint at the countless hours spent on my belly just beyond shooting range from deer.
Situations like this.
finally I sent an arrow away a few days ago. it was one of those shots you know you have done right. It felt and looked good as it flew. The buck didn't play ball though, catching the flight of the arrow he started to move at the last moment. The side on shot turned into a long raking one, though I still felt as he disappeared that I had him.
It took two days to find him, mostly due to me picking up the wrong set of buck tracks leaving the scene in the direction I thought he had gone. I knew he was down though and widened my search. Turned out he had doubled around behind me before crashing down the other side of the hill.
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