A bit late. It happened in slow motion and dam am I pizzed at myself. With the heat, I knew the deer would be on the move just before this storm rolling in. Timing was perfect with storm and end of shooting time
Like a bad dream missed the biggest whitetail I ever shot at. Been practicing out to 80yrds every day and he walks in at 58. Wind swirled and he knew something was wrong. Put my 60 pin on a high double lung shot. Gentle touch on the trigger and I watched him crouch and the blaze orange laminated nock went about a inch over his back.
Had I went with my first instinct for heart/low lung he would have pierced lungs. Still feel like crap for second guessing myself. 6×7 with junk and easily 24+” spread. I have a 185 white and this buck was huge compared to him.
Two months of patterns and I blew it. Back to the drawing board