This morning is for sure going to be forever burned in my memory.Two years ago my father had a massive heart attack and is left with less than 30% function of his heart, he can barely pull his bow back and I have tried to encourage him to get a crossbow permit, but he is stubborn and doesnt want to show weakness or something and insist on using his bow. Last week he had a six pointer broad side and couldnt get his bow back, which mentally killed him. I took of work today to go sit with him and try to call something in for him and pray he could get his bow back.
So at 7:15 I started a very aggresive rattling sequence and some grunting and withing ten seconds we had a heck of an eight point running in. I watched in horror as pops struggled with his bow but he got it back and took a 32 yard shot at him. To my surprise he wacked it good, real good, a qaurtering away shot that went right through the heart and dropped the deer sixty yards away. I could go into further detail about the hunt but the only thing on my mind is my dads happiness so ill talk about that. We got out of the tree and tracked an amazing blood trail to his trophy, I about broke down and cried watching himm holding the deers head up. After we got him hung up we went to the DNR office and picked up the forms for his disabilty crossbow permit, and he was totally okay with that now. This story is a little mushy but it means a great deal to me to have experienced this today with my dad after almost loosing him. He took up bow hunting three years ago after my encouraging and he absolutly loves it, I think shooting one today with his bow gives him a little peace of mind and closure.