As you notice there is not a victorious picture of me with a dead deer at the top of this post. It wasnt for lack of effort or opportunity. We started off early Sunday morning to the stands in a light rain, which is always nice. I climbed into my ladder and got ready for a wet morning. An hour into the sit I heard a crack and stood up. A head popped out of the pines in front of me and to my surprise there were antlers attached to it! It walked into my small opening and hooked off to my right. The one trail I do not have a shot at is the one it was on. I had plenty of time to take a good look and I didnt like what I saw. It was a young 6 that we have pictures of from over the summer. I decided I would pass even if it did present me a shot. Of course the 6 decided to press his luck by turning around and stepping back out into my opening. He stood broadside at 23 yards taunting me to shoot. I stayed strong and let him walk. He walked up the trail right under my stand and out of my life.
After an afternoon of being ripped by my Dad and Eric for passing, we were back in the stand with no rain. The wind had kicked up and it was really hard to hear anything. In front of me and to my right a doe stepped out and started eating in an area I have no shot. She was a good size and I decided I was going to take her if she gave me a shot. I stood and got myself ready while she grazed around behind some trees. She slowly started moving towards my opening without a hint that she knew I was there. Her front legs and head peaked out behind the last tree she had to clear before I could shoot and I came to full draw.
That's when she stopped. She stood still eating, licking, flicking her ears, looking around, eating, licking, looking around, eating and standing STILL. After what seemed like 10 minutes I decided I was going to have to let down if she didnt move forward. My eyes were blurring from staring so hard at her and my arms were starting to get the shakes. When she had me on the ropes begging for mercy she took that last step forward. I tensed up and yanked the living day lights out of my trigger.
The whacking sound the arrow made when it smacked the tree above her head was really loud. She jumped back a few feet, looked around and walked off into the pines. I sat down in my stand and stared at my Lumenok in the tree in front of me. It was glowing like a little beacon reminding me of where my arrow hit. My first chance at a deer this year, early in the season and perfectly timed.....dead.
Cant wait to get back out there in a week. I have to redeem myself now. Plus it cant get much worse.