Sunday November 3rd will sitting all day, I had a buck come from behind my blind and to the right. I didn’t expect deer to come from that way. The windows have camo but I put up a towel over the rear windows so that I wouldn’t be skylined when deer looked toward the blind from the front windows. When this buck was ten yards away, I noticed movement and turned my head that way. He picked up something as he looked directly at me. It was then that I realized he saw me because both side windows are not covered and he could still see me move because of being skylined. He walked down a ravine, up the side hill then down into the bottom ravine. He never spooked but was wary. I couldn’t tell if he was a shooter or not...only that he had eight points. At dark I heard him grunting and bawling. Branches were breaking and I’m guessing he was fighting another buck, or possibly chasing a doe through the brush.
The next all day sit was Monday November 4th. Only saw two does in the am. Around 5:25 I heard a deer approaching and had the foresite to put a trash bag over the side window so as to not repeat the mistake from the night before. He came down the same trail and when he finally got to a point in which I could see him out of the front window, he was locked into the blind and staring at it. I still couldn’t tell it was my target buck but could tell it was the same one from the night before.
When he took another step forward, I could see the split brow and that’s when my heart really started pumping! It took him about ten minutes to move ten yards...constantly staring at the blind. He was on full alert. As soon as he went behind a clump of trees, I grabbed my crossbow, turning off the safety and pointing it toward the window. As soon as he cleared the trees, he gave one more glance in my direction then committed to cross in front of me. In one motion, I snuck the crossbow out of the window, found him in the scope (he was almost broadside but slightly quartering away) and settled the 20 yard dot on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. At the shot, he jumped up and bumbled out of there like Jerome Bettis picking his way between the tackle and guard. He ran right past my trailcam and today I swapped cards to see if it caught him passing by. That dirty bastard ran to the very bottom of the ravine. I picked up the blood trail and found him in the small creek. He only traveled about 80 yards but it was downhill all of the way.
I put a tag on him and called to check him in. This morning was tough. It took me a couple hours to get him out....30 feet at a time with the wench. The rain made the hillside very slippery. Finally got him to my truck and loaded him up. I only took as he lay pics because I would’ve had to take the gopro out of its waterproof housing to sync the wifi remote and didn’t want to ruin the electronics. Dropped him off at the butcher then back to the hotel for a well deserved hot shower! Already looking forward to next year, but I’ve got a feeling that if I get another one, he’s going to run his ass to the bottom of that ravine! I’m getting to old for this shit!
Side note: I use rage broadheads and am very disappointed by the bloodtrails over the past two seasons. I took out both lungs and the top of the heart. You can see the exit wound in one of the pics...just above the elbow joint. Complete pass through and trail was not easy to follow in the dark. I’m going to have to check out a different brand for next year.
The next all day sit was Monday November 4th. Only saw two does in the am. Around 5:25 I heard a deer approaching and had the foresite to put a trash bag over the side window so as to not repeat the mistake from the night before. He came down the same trail and when he finally got to a point in which I could see him out of the front window, he was locked into the blind and staring at it. I still couldn’t tell it was my target buck but could tell it was the same one from the night before.
When he took another step forward, I could see the split brow and that’s when my heart really started pumping! It took him about ten minutes to move ten yards...constantly staring at the blind. He was on full alert. As soon as he went behind a clump of trees, I grabbed my crossbow, turning off the safety and pointing it toward the window. As soon as he cleared the trees, he gave one more glance in my direction then committed to cross in front of me. In one motion, I snuck the crossbow out of the window, found him in the scope (he was almost broadside but slightly quartering away) and settled the 20 yard dot on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. At the shot, he jumped up and bumbled out of there like Jerome Bettis picking his way between the tackle and guard. He ran right past my trailcam and today I swapped cards to see if it caught him passing by. That dirty bastard ran to the very bottom of the ravine. I picked up the blood trail and found him in the small creek. He only traveled about 80 yards but it was downhill all of the way.
I put a tag on him and called to check him in. This morning was tough. It took me a couple hours to get him out....30 feet at a time with the wench. The rain made the hillside very slippery. Finally got him to my truck and loaded him up. I only took as he lay pics because I would’ve had to take the gopro out of its waterproof housing to sync the wifi remote and didn’t want to ruin the electronics. Dropped him off at the butcher then back to the hotel for a well deserved hot shower! Already looking forward to next year, but I’ve got a feeling that if I get another one, he’s going to run his ass to the bottom of that ravine! I’m getting to old for this shit!
Side note: I use rage broadheads and am very disappointed by the bloodtrails over the past two seasons. I took out both lungs and the top of the heart. You can see the exit wound in one of the pics...just above the elbow joint. Complete pass through and trail was not easy to follow in the dark. I’m going to have to check out a different brand for next year.