A Perfect Morning
It was the morning of Dec 22, 2003, I got to my treestand location at 6:30 am and climbed up into it as quietly as possible. I strapped myself into my safety harness, then hoisted up my gear. Then continued to do all the stuff we do to set up. By the time I was set up it was just after 7:00 am. At about 7:10 am, I could see 4 deer, 2 does and 2 fawns slowly coming my way through the hardwoods on one of the trails which funneled into one huge trail 25 yards away from my tree. I waited for the lead doe which was about 20' ahead of the other three. Once she got to the main trail and into the shooting lane I put the crosshairs on her rib cage and let it go. I watched my arrow fly through my scope as it connected with a perfect double lung shot/pass-through as she was slightly quartering away from me at a very slow pace. She bolted on a hard run, went 30 yards and piled up within eye-sight. The other three took off as I reloaded only to return five minutes later to stand 15 yards away, looking around trying to figure out what had just happened. I had the second doe in my crosshairs. But I already had a doe down to take out of the woods and the fawns were kinda small, (late fawns) there was a little over a week left to the season. So i decided on letting her walk and held off on the shot... Besides, I wanted a buck now, any buck!
Ten minutes later, I could see a big bodied deer coming down the same trail the does and fawns had just come in on. I saw the rack and that was enough. I half shouldered my bow and got ready for the shot as he came closer, I didn't take my eye off him until he was in my lane. I brought the bow up to the same shooting lane as the doe I just harvested . I waited for him to cross the lane. He's there! The safety's off, I am ready for the shot. He suddenly stops in his tracks, sniffing the air curling his lip. At that moment, I let the Beman Thunderbolt tipped with a 100 grain Wasp Boss fly. As I nailed him with a perfect standing slightly quartering away shot, I heard the loud "CRACK" as I watched the bright fletching through my scope enter the rib cage. The buck kicked up both back legs as a bucking bronco would and took off on a hard run. I clearly heard him crash in the thickets not too far away but I couldn't see him . I gave it an hour and collected my thoughts. I climbed out of my treestand went to my arrows (both pass-throughs) and followed the bucks solid bloodtrail for 40 yards right to where he lay expired.
It wasn't until I got closer to the buck when I realized, I had just harvested the big 14 point buck I had been hunting for and seen on a couple of earlier season hunts. I also got busted once earlier in the season by this buck, as he came in from the opposite end of the trail I expected him to come in, as he usually did, or it was too dirty or never close enough for a good shot. This time he was close enough, and it was clear shooting!