DGF
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Not much of a story here, but a memorable hunt none the less.
I was running a little late getting out to my hunting spot and I crawled into my treestand a little after daybreak. I strapped in, knocked an arrow, sat down and froze my butt off (Cold, cold morning). After about an hour two does came through a cut cornfield and worked their way within shooting range. I was debating wacking one of them before gun season messes up my bow hunting, when they stepped into the edge of the swamp. Regretting not taking a shot on one of them I looked back and saw this deer coming in with his head to the ground following where the two does had just walked. He walked by and I drew back after he had passed. I laid a nice quartering away shot into him behind his right side ribs, and passing through his left shoulder. I watched him run off and crash about 60 yards away, ending a nice bowhunt.
<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ 11-23-2003 14:25: Message edited by: DGF ]</font>
I was running a little late getting out to my hunting spot and I crawled into my treestand a little after daybreak. I strapped in, knocked an arrow, sat down and froze my butt off (Cold, cold morning). After about an hour two does came through a cut cornfield and worked their way within shooting range. I was debating wacking one of them before gun season messes up my bow hunting, when they stepped into the edge of the swamp. Regretting not taking a shot on one of them I looked back and saw this deer coming in with his head to the ground following where the two does had just walked. He walked by and I drew back after he had passed. I laid a nice quartering away shot into him behind his right side ribs, and passing through his left shoulder. I watched him run off and crash about 60 yards away, ending a nice bowhunt.
<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ 11-23-2003 14:25: Message edited by: DGF ]</font>
