
Originally Posted by
TRnCO
I finally caught up with a buck yesterday evening. I'd had a couple of good stalk opportunities but, man, those suckers don't miss much weather it be a little noise or a little movement at the wrong time, they just don't miss much. I had gotten snuck in on this buck and 3 of his compadres several days ago, but I was only able to get with in 50 yards and ran out of cover. I sat there for nearly an hour hoping one of them would get up and feed into range, but no dice. Eventually the wind swirled and one of them caught a wiff and came looking for me, and then caught a good wiff and away they all went.
On another stalk, I had a good stiff wind and had gotten slithered into about 40 yards when I guess I made a little too much noise and one of them came looking for me. Unfortunately I was laying flat on the ground and no way to get into position for a shot. So, once again, one buck saved them all. Don't think this buck was in that group though.
But finally last night, I was just simply in the right spot at the right time and this buck strolled into my range. When he got to 28 yards, I finally had a clear shot. He was up hill from me and at the shot he bolted up over the hill in a S.W. direction and I quickly ran up the small hill hoping that I might see where he headed, maybe even see him fall. But, nope no such luck. So I called the landowner and told him I had shot one and might need a hand finding and loading him. Well, it was about 5:30p when I shot and by dark we had no buck found. The landowner called it a night and told me if I needed a hand, to let him know. Well I didn't have a good blood trail, although I had recovered my arrow and did have enough blood to lead me in a general direction. I felt really good about the shot so I was confident I had a dead deer some where near, and it wasn't going to be particularly cold so I really wanted to locate the deer before morning. So after a few hours of grid searching I finally went back to the blood trail. I was bound and determined to find a few more spots of blood, thinking if I could just find a bit more that he'd surely start to really flow some blood. Well, I finally found enough blood that I could see that the buck was starting to swing a circle so I decided to go look back in the direction we/he'd came from. I ended up finding him about 60 yards N.E. of where he was when I shot. He had made a full 360 degree circle. If I hadn't run up the hill looking for him after the shot, I most likely would've seen him drop as he came back by the scene of the shot. What a relieve. I was really starting to double think my shot placement. Speaking of shot placement. What I didn't take into account was the fact that he was quartering to me, much more then I had realized. So although my arrow entry looked to be on the mark, the angle took my arrow through one lung and back through the liver. In this pic. you can see the blood that looks like it's right in front of the hip, but it wasn't as bad as it looks in this pic. He probably ran near 250 yards but died 60 yards from the shot.