Friday morning, I'm in my stand and it's about 9:15 or 9:20am, I saw 4 doe walking by at about 45 yards. One of them made a slight detour around a blowdown and was less than 30 yards when I let go with my 100 grain Magnus.
I thought I'd missed another one because I saw the arrow kick up leaves on the side of the doe and she jumped straight up and took off really fast. But she went less than 10 yards before she dropped like a sack of rocks and didn't even twitch.
I got down and walked over to her and she was dead as a door nail and then went and found my arrow and saw it had gone clean through.
I dressed her out and took her to the deer cooler and processor to have her butchered.
Saw two more later Friday but nothing close enough to shoot.
Saturday I moved to a new spot near the clear cut I'd seen the big buck I told y'all about. Saturday was the opening day of black powder here and although none of my club use BP the clubs around us obviously did because it sounded like a thousand 58 Cals. going off all day....
I think BC might have been the next property over with his semi-auto .58!
Saw nothing except a few squirrels and one cotton tail, and zillion dam* crows.
Sunday I moved to spot on a ridge that was less than ideal, but at least it was high enough so that in the morning the wind was always blowing up and there were several white oak trees that had started to spill their acorns.
Saw at least 6 or 7 squirrels that morning, but no deer. At 4:00pm I thought about moving because I felt the wind was getting bad and I was facing into the sunset.
While I was debating where to move to, I heard a loud noise to my left and just caught a glimpse of several deer bouncing over a creek and off behind me.
I thought for sure they'd smelled me and was pi**ed off to the point of quiting, but made myself stay up in my stand until dark.
At a little past 5:00pm I saw a doe walking straight up the ridge directly to the tress I had hoped the deer would feed at. She ate a few acorns and walked to almost directly under me when I let go and caught her behind the left shoulder and the arrow angled down into her lungs and she took off down the ridge but didn't make all the way before she dropped too.
I dressed her out, and took her to the processor for butchering. I'll pick them up when I go out this weekend, which is the opening of the gun season here.
I'll donate one of the does to "Hunter's For The Hungry", which is an oragnization that helps out the underprivileged, here and in other states.
I did this every year before my all expense paid tours to the big sandbox. I'm a single guy and one deer goes a long way with me.
I was lucky, I admit it..
But...
Like the saying goes....
It's BETTER to be lucky than good!
