Yesterday morning started late for me. I had to bartend Saturday night. Woke up around 8:30 did the family thing for a couple hours. Then around 11:00 It was time to go hunting. On my way into the woods I jumped a Big Buck bedded with a doe. Then down the trail further two does were standing there they spotted me and took off. I finally get settled in to my make shift ground blind which is pretty much a deadfall. I do 90 percent of my hunting from the ground. It was a perfect afternoon maybe a little warm, but I’ll take it over the rain. Around 12:15 I hear something turn and see antlers and he’s coming fast I grab my bow and he goes by at 7 yards. I am thinking damn that was probably a shooter 15′ wide 8 point pretty heavy. Then with in seconds here comes buck # 2 on the same trail. I get drawn back and stop him in my shooting lane at 7 yards and let er fly. I see the buck run away and fall once. He had alot of arrow sticking out of him in the front shoulder. So I am not sure how much penetration I actually got. I wait a few minutes so my heart can return to a normal pace. Get on the tracks of the buck found about 10 inches of my arrow where I seen him fall but no blood yet so I back out. I come back a couple hours later with a buddy show him and tell him what happened. We end up finding blood right where I stopped earlier and twenty yards down the trail there he is a 9 point with a 16 inch spread pretty heavy and decent tines. After a couple high fives and pictuers we get him out of there.
This buddy that helped me is everything that you guys talk about here on this site. He’s been taking me hunting since I was twelve and showing me the ropes of what to do and not to do. It’s hard to give someone like that enough thanks for all the time he’s spent helping me out.