adamz
11-01-2007, 02:54 PM
Got him last Thursday with one arrow through the heart. He was chasing a doe and didn't know what hit him.
I was in a spot I've spent many hours in the last 2 seasons since I got my hunting licenses and all the stuff. So, I'm sitting there yet again in a stand where my 3 year old told me to put it because she was tired of walking and carrying the backpack with the straps and bolts for the ladder. I always listen to the kids in the woods so they don't think it's a chore to be out there. SO, I hung the stand and we went home that day in September.
Last week I went to the spot for the first time having about 2 hours before dark and itching to see something. I'm waiting up in the tree thinking about the lack of movement over time in that spot and a doe pops down the trail. I decide she's good to shoot, nice size, no younglings in tow when out pops the big 6 point. They ducked into a thicket to my left and out of sight. I know they have 3 options: go back, go behind me, or pop out in front of me on the left a bit. I grunted on the Ridge Runner just for something to do and she came out to my left right in a nice lane. I watched her for a place to shoot where I can see vitals and there was a 4 foot wide spot between all the trees and branches on that side of me. Her courter wasn't far behind and when he reached that spot, I gave a loud grunt/bleat combo from my diaphragm (like Bill Murray on Meatballs) , he looked, and got one laser beam of a 2" Rage broadhead through his heart. He only ran about 20 yards and laid down.
Then another little 6 point came down the same trail, sniffed a lot where the big guy got shot, followed the blood trail and was sniffing around him for probably a minute or 2 before scampering off after the doe. The circle of life continues.
I called my buddy Chuck and he came right over to coach my first field dress and help me empty some beer bottles. I was cranked on adrenaline for about 3 days.
Pic attached,
thanks
Z
I was in a spot I've spent many hours in the last 2 seasons since I got my hunting licenses and all the stuff. So, I'm sitting there yet again in a stand where my 3 year old told me to put it because she was tired of walking and carrying the backpack with the straps and bolts for the ladder. I always listen to the kids in the woods so they don't think it's a chore to be out there. SO, I hung the stand and we went home that day in September.
Last week I went to the spot for the first time having about 2 hours before dark and itching to see something. I'm waiting up in the tree thinking about the lack of movement over time in that spot and a doe pops down the trail. I decide she's good to shoot, nice size, no younglings in tow when out pops the big 6 point. They ducked into a thicket to my left and out of sight. I know they have 3 options: go back, go behind me, or pop out in front of me on the left a bit. I grunted on the Ridge Runner just for something to do and she came out to my left right in a nice lane. I watched her for a place to shoot where I can see vitals and there was a 4 foot wide spot between all the trees and branches on that side of me. Her courter wasn't far behind and when he reached that spot, I gave a loud grunt/bleat combo from my diaphragm (like Bill Murray on Meatballs) , he looked, and got one laser beam of a 2" Rage broadhead through his heart. He only ran about 20 yards and laid down.
Then another little 6 point came down the same trail, sniffed a lot where the big guy got shot, followed the blood trail and was sniffing around him for probably a minute or 2 before scampering off after the doe. The circle of life continues.
I called my buddy Chuck and he came right over to coach my first field dress and help me empty some beer bottles. I was cranked on adrenaline for about 3 days.
Pic attached,
thanks
Z