So I’ve been waiting all week for Michael to be able to go out with me. Made a plan and stuck with it the best we could. I knew about where the deer were moving and knew I could get in close. I’d let the deer walk past me and take the last deer. Let them run straight to him so he could get one to.
Got in a little late because of me running around. Bumped 9 walking in not far from the truck. Michael was disgusted as that was more deer then he’d seen all year. I just kept walking knowing it was going to be ok.
We get to the area I wanted and told him to go that way and I’d go the other. We split and got sat down at 3:50. By 4:00 we had 5 deer in the field in front of us.
Still, I stuck to the plan of letting them walk by. More deer kept coming into the field...my legs were going numb and my arms were hurting something fierce. 45 minutes of me holding that crossbow up was really a chore.
One fawn kept acting stupid...somehow she spotted me and started walking right at me all stiff legged. Gave me a half blow and I was pissed. Smallest deer in the field has picked me off...she walked to 15 yards and turned broadside. I let it fly.
Body aching, I basically just rolled over to let blood flow. Laid there until my phone went off. Micheal text “lmfao”. He got to watch the whole thing go down.
I honestly didn’t feel good about the shot. I did everything wrong. Arms shaking from fatigue, rushed the shot because I was pissed and it made a thud when it hit her. I couldn’t make myself grin between the pain in my legs and not knowing about the shot. She didn’t act like she was hurt either.