Post by Sasquatch on Oct 10, 2009 12:43:44 GMT -5
As many of you know, My brother was up from North Carolina hunting with me this week. Our NR tags are ridiculously expensive, so I really wanted to get him a deer.
Monday Morning, I had no more that got in my ladder stand here in Jefferson County when I head a deer coming. As the light increased, I made out a doe. This deer got so close I literally could have jumped on it. It offered me numerous shots, but it was headed toward my brother, so I let it go. I have NEVER passed a good shot on an antlerless deer! Of course, he never saw it.
That night I put him on what I thought would be a good stand,
and I sat in an overgrown fence row. I had forgot my release, but I had my backup bow in the Jeep. It was my very first bow, a round wheel Bear bought by my mother in 1992. Soon, a deer appeared, angling away from me. I hoped it would slow on it's own, as this bow is very loud, and I don't like stopping deer anyway, as it preps them for string-jumping. Well, I had to stop it, and the deer put on the brakes at 25 yards.
"mmmmah..." I said. "THRUMMM!" went the bow. The shot was perfect, or would have been, had the deer still been there. I saw the white fletches sail harmlessly over the deer's back as it dropped faster than GM stock and fled for it's life. I laughed at that miss, it was so dramatic.
Well, two deer came out and bedded in the field to my left, and as I watched them, I heard a noise. I turned back and a doe was standing out in front of me at about ten yards. She was nervous, sniffing the air and looking around. Her ears swiveled like radar dishes and I could see her muscles twitching.
"Don't even try it...." I thought.
Of course, when the deer reached an opening, I did.
At about 20 yards, I released the string. THRUMMM!
This deer was actually spun around and had her butt toward me when the arrow sailed over the spot she used to be.
I decided this was getting too expensive and quit. Grizz saw nothing. Lesson learned: Speed helps, but silence is by far more important in a bow!
The next night I saw twelve deer, 10 of them totally out of range, milling around in the misty evening air. Two offered iffy shots, which I passed. It was the most deer I have seen there in years.
Grizz saw nothing.
Grizz finally scored a day later, thank the Good Lord. I thought it would never happen. I swear, I think I saw more deer from stand that week than ever and he saw hardly anything! It was driving me nuts!
Monday Morning, I had no more that got in my ladder stand here in Jefferson County when I head a deer coming. As the light increased, I made out a doe. This deer got so close I literally could have jumped on it. It offered me numerous shots, but it was headed toward my brother, so I let it go. I have NEVER passed a good shot on an antlerless deer! Of course, he never saw it.
That night I put him on what I thought would be a good stand,
and I sat in an overgrown fence row. I had forgot my release, but I had my backup bow in the Jeep. It was my very first bow, a round wheel Bear bought by my mother in 1992. Soon, a deer appeared, angling away from me. I hoped it would slow on it's own, as this bow is very loud, and I don't like stopping deer anyway, as it preps them for string-jumping. Well, I had to stop it, and the deer put on the brakes at 25 yards.
"mmmmah..." I said. "THRUMMM!" went the bow. The shot was perfect, or would have been, had the deer still been there. I saw the white fletches sail harmlessly over the deer's back as it dropped faster than GM stock and fled for it's life. I laughed at that miss, it was so dramatic.
Well, two deer came out and bedded in the field to my left, and as I watched them, I heard a noise. I turned back and a doe was standing out in front of me at about ten yards. She was nervous, sniffing the air and looking around. Her ears swiveled like radar dishes and I could see her muscles twitching.
"Don't even try it...." I thought.
Of course, when the deer reached an opening, I did.
At about 20 yards, I released the string. THRUMMM!
This deer was actually spun around and had her butt toward me when the arrow sailed over the spot she used to be.
I decided this was getting too expensive and quit. Grizz saw nothing. Lesson learned: Speed helps, but silence is by far more important in a bow!
The next night I saw twelve deer, 10 of them totally out of range, milling around in the misty evening air. Two offered iffy shots, which I passed. It was the most deer I have seen there in years.
Grizz saw nothing.
Grizz finally scored a day later, thank the Good Lord. I thought it would never happen. I swear, I think I saw more deer from stand that week than ever and he saw hardly anything! It was driving me nuts!
