So Saturday morning I get into my ground nest and at 8:50 a doe comes by, following the game trail just below my position.
She came from the left and walked steadily past, in a quartering away direction the whole time. I'm thinking "great, I get to burn this doe tag..." I raised my crossbow, aimed and shot.
Hit her a little higher than I wanted and the arrow did not pass thru...she took off down the hill with the arrow sticking out...she started wobbling then crashed about 50-60 yards. So I pulled out a snack, had a drink of water, waited just a few minutes, and started down the hill to see what I could see. As I eased down the hill, I was happy to see her down....
But as I got up on her my happiness turned to shock....
Yep, I'd unknowingly shot a little spike....too small for me to see hidden behind his ear as he quartered away, and at 5.50" long he took my buck tag. Needless to say, I felt like I could puke....all my hopes for the potential of the new property I'm hunting put on hold until next season.
Say hello to Bernie, the bucketbuck of 2012
She came from the left and walked steadily past, in a quartering away direction the whole time. I'm thinking "great, I get to burn this doe tag..." I raised my crossbow, aimed and shot.
Hit her a little higher than I wanted and the arrow did not pass thru...she took off down the hill with the arrow sticking out...she started wobbling then crashed about 50-60 yards. So I pulled out a snack, had a drink of water, waited just a few minutes, and started down the hill to see what I could see. As I eased down the hill, I was happy to see her down....
But as I got up on her my happiness turned to shock....
Yep, I'd unknowingly shot a little spike....too small for me to see hidden behind his ear as he quartered away, and at 5.50" long he took my buck tag. Needless to say, I felt like I could puke....all my hopes for the potential of the new property I'm hunting put on hold until next season.
Say hello to Bernie, the bucketbuck of 2012