Post by Bill on Nov 23, 2012 9:16:44 GMT -5
I headed out Halloween morning when the rain changed over to snow and that only lasted for about an hour till it changed back to rain. I forgot to put my tree umbrella in my pack and I knew I was going to get soaked.
After watching a spike sneak through, nose to the ground, it got pretty dead and with the rain soaking through my clothes I contemplated heading out and waiting for another day with better weather. Knowing that Halloween is notorious for good buck movement I grabbed my thermos of coffee and had a cup or two to warm up, hoping it would ward off the chill that was sinking in.
Suddenly this guy showed up and in the blink of an eye I had to make a decision to shoot or not as he was on a mission. When he stopped dead center in a shooting lane twenty five yards away it was too good to pass up and my arrow hit the boiler room with a complete pass through.
He ran about thirty yards and did the 'death wobble' then crashed ahead for another ten yards and was down. I still waited half an hour until I got down, just to be safe. Wouldn't you know it a slightly better buck showed up and stood fifteen yards out from my stand.
A step down from last year but I've never professed to be a trophy hunter. I tend to let the situation dictate what I do and I'm tickled to death with this buck. It feels like I'm getting my bowhunting 'mojo' back again after these past two seasons.
After watching a spike sneak through, nose to the ground, it got pretty dead and with the rain soaking through my clothes I contemplated heading out and waiting for another day with better weather. Knowing that Halloween is notorious for good buck movement I grabbed my thermos of coffee and had a cup or two to warm up, hoping it would ward off the chill that was sinking in.
Suddenly this guy showed up and in the blink of an eye I had to make a decision to shoot or not as he was on a mission. When he stopped dead center in a shooting lane twenty five yards away it was too good to pass up and my arrow hit the boiler room with a complete pass through.
He ran about thirty yards and did the 'death wobble' then crashed ahead for another ten yards and was down. I still waited half an hour until I got down, just to be safe. Wouldn't you know it a slightly better buck showed up and stood fifteen yards out from my stand.
A step down from last year but I've never professed to be a trophy hunter. I tend to let the situation dictate what I do and I'm tickled to death with this buck. It feels like I'm getting my bowhunting 'mojo' back again after these past two seasons.
