A few years back before I messed up my shoulder and had to give up shooting archery I had the most memorable of deer harvests with the bow/arrow and when I was browsing my photobucket album the other day I found this picture and could remember the hunt like it was yesterday.
It was a beautiful October afternoon with a nip in the air and beautiful fall colors popping out all over the place. I was at the time hunting a piece of private land behind my parents house which was nice because I parked in the driveway and when ever I came out I always had a hot cup of coffee ready for me. This afternoon was no different I packed up my gear and headed out. I was hunting a small plateau off of a swamp.
As I was making my way around the edge of the swamp just down below where I had a stand set up I realized I was not alone because I had jumped a doe which appeared to have been right under my tree stand so I just stood still in hopes of not totally spooking her. My plan worked, she gradually just fed off and didn't seem to be to worried. I continued my way up to my stand and after viewing the whole area to make sure nothing else was browsing around I tied off my bow and headed up..
Once I got situated and comfortable I pulled up my bow (after tying in with a safety belt) and sat down. It was gorgoues out, I truly do love this time of year. Any way after a bit I had heard a ATV ride up and down this old logging road a couple hundred yards away which I thought was going to ruin my hunt but it might have helped. Soon after that I caught sight of a adult doe feeding down this trail in front and to my left. I slowly stood up and grabbed my bow and prepared to take a shot. When I thought the deer was within 20 yards I drew back.
I'm not sure what happened but I shot to far to the left and the arrow stuck in the ground just in front of her, As I watched the arrow flight the whole way I'm thinking "!@#$ what did I just do". Fortunately the doe just stepped back, looked around and then stepped forward and sniffed my arrow. I was shocked because I had never seen that before. I slowly grabbed a second arrow, nocked it and prepared for a second shot. Once she thought there was no danger she began feeding on acorns again and slowly turned to circle back the way she came but this time it was even closer.
Now she was 15 yards away and more broadside so as she took a couple more steps with here head down I drew back and as she stopped I released my second shot. This time I remember not seeing the arrow fly at all and the sound of what I thought was the arrow hitting a stump. Thinking to myself "What the !@## is going on" I quickly reached around and grabbed a 3rd. arrow but at the same time watching what the doe was doing. She had ran about 10 yards from where I had shot my second arrow and just stood there. As I am beginning to get totally disgusted with my shooting but also happy that I might get a third chance I noticed the doe start to sway back and forth and then all of a sudden she just fell over.
I was so thrilled by what had happened I called my wife from my tree stand and once gratulations were done I climbed down quietly and grabbed my gear. I nocked an arrow just in case and slowly crepted over, I poked it from behind and then a sense of relief was lifted. I quickly realized I had a double lung hit by looking at the entrance and exit wounds. I tagged her and then headed out to the house where by the time I gt there my parents and my wife and son where there and a hunting buddy had just showed up to help me drag her out.
Shortly after that I tore up my shoulder working in a lumber yard and haven't bow hunted since so I'm happy to have ended on a good note.
On a side note I had my dad kneel down with me for a picture with my best bow deer which meant alot because dad had died shortly after that. I would share that picture with you but only have a hard copy and I'm not able to scan it.