Archery doe harvested on 11/09.
I was watching deer move/feed from first light but they were on private property that I don’t have permission to hunt. So sitting there wishing/hoping they would move my way playing the scenarios out in my head where the shooting lanes are, how to stop them and so on. I see my buddy Sauger from the site walking slowly down the trial. I give him a wave and the stop signal with my hand, luckily he was able to see the big brown chopper mitt I had on my left hand, he stopped and got to watch the scene play out.
This doe started working my way. Well after sitting still for almost 2 hours, the body didn’t want to move so well. I was sitting down, with my bow on my knee breaking up my profile and she was ever so slowly working my way.
I finally had an opportunity for a good shot, I let the arrow fly and miss…. How in the heck did I miss??? Well she trots off, directly at sauger, stops and then comes right back down the trail right to me. I’m at full draw, stop her, and let it fly. Slight quartering to me but the entrance is good, I’m feeling confident about the shot.
She takes off like a bolt and is running right at Sauger again, I thought she was going to bull right over him, but she turned at the last minute.
Sauger comes over, I climb out of the tree and go over what just happened. Grab my miss arrow, well it turns out I didn’t miss, there was a little hair on the broadhead, looked at the dangling stick I must have hit, cussed at the stick and walked out.
After letting her sit for an hour we found her, about 80 yards from the stand.
Got her back to the trucks, looked over her to see where the fist arrow scraped, well we found it. There was a hole in her right ear, and a big slice on the top of her head… How in the world did the arrow deflect in that direction……
So now the boys have another nickname for me…..
Jami