Heard a great story the other day from my buddy Dave's father in law.
His son came home from college for the weekend to bow hunt. He spotted a bedded shooter in the opposite wood lot from the field he was going to hunt. Decided to put the stalk on.
He spent the next hour trying to get close enough for a shot. He Got within shooting range and went to get in position to shoot. The Buck hadn't noticed him sneaking in. When he rose to shoot he couldn't find the body in his pins. Inched closer, Buck still didn't move... Kept going, still didn't move.
Gets close enough to see why... It's a dead head with mostly bones left for a body. Mostly eaten away by critters. Lol
He stalked a dead deer. How pissed would you be???
His son came home from college for the weekend to bow hunt. He spotted a bedded shooter in the opposite wood lot from the field he was going to hunt. Decided to put the stalk on.
He spent the next hour trying to get close enough for a shot. He Got within shooting range and went to get in position to shoot. The Buck hadn't noticed him sneaking in. When he rose to shoot he couldn't find the body in his pins. Inched closer, Buck still didn't move... Kept going, still didn't move.
Gets close enough to see why... It's a dead head with mostly bones left for a body. Mostly eaten away by critters. Lol
He stalked a dead deer. How pissed would you be???