My season has been nothing but let downs from the beginning. I was after a group of three does at the beginning of the season and it seemed like when I was in one spot they were in another, then I would switch stands and they would appear where I was previously. So I gave up on that so I didn't pressure them to much. Two weeks ago at another spot I called in 2 doe and a yearling using a fawn bleat. I made a bad shot and never ended up finding the doe after hours of searching. Two nights ago at a different farm I watched a nice buck run into the woods where I had been the night before. This evening my old roommate from hocking and I sat in the same spot where I watched the buck enter the woods. We got in the stands at 3:30 and at 4:40 he whispers to me that theres a buck behind me, it was him. He didn't come in on the trail I had hoped for but went up another 10 yards and entered the woods. I had never cut shooting lanes and I wish I would of (just got the permission slip signed 4 days ago) because I would of had a better shot. This buck looked up at me with his tongue hanging out like he had been running all day and stared at me for what seemed like forever and then went about his business. He stopped broadside at what I thought was 30 yards and I didn't think I had time to range him so I shot. The arrow went right over his back and I couldn't believe I just missed him. I ranged the spot after he left and it ended up being 24 yards. He was probably a 125 inch 8 point with a perfect rack and tall tines. The ol lady and a friend of mine told me that maybe I missed because theres a bigger one out there with my name on it. I hope so. The Buck Whisperer on here who I am buddies with said "he who devotes the most time gets the biggest reward, I hope so cause if I ain't workin I'm huntin. All I can do is keep on truckin!
