Sunday morning found me on a new piece of permission sitting over a decoy. I had watched a 10 pointer in the scope the evening before. It started slow. Finally about 745 a 5 pointer and button came in to the decoy. It was a great show. 5 minutes of the 5 pointer trying to figure the decoy out. He finally settled down and lunches on acorns with the button. Them something behind me moved. Both deer gave a glance but didn’t react to much. I figured squirrel. I kept still. A couple minutes later leaves are still rustling just yards behind the tree. Then I see it. It’s the 10 pointer, 10 yards away, straight downwind. His attention then turns to the decoy which allowed me to grab my bow. He starts back behind the tree again. I get drawn and let it fly. To my horror its an embarrassing horrible shot. I pulled it so far left it was embarrassing. I’ve lost 1 deer in 15 years and didn’t want a second. I backed straight out and called my uncle and friend. About 3pm, 7 hours later we go in. 10 minutes in, no blood. I’m sick. Seconds later my friend is booting and hollering. He stumbled on him 150 yards from the shot. He was gutshot. He was warm yet, but starting to stiffen. Im still smiling.
