Welcome to our world of deer hunting. Disappointing, but exciting!Come on dude, come on. Move, move, move.
He just stood there.
This standoff, though, only a standoff for me, because the deer is just standing there probably thinking about goin and finding a doe to poke, starting stretching close to the 2.5 minute mark. I could feel my hands start to tingle a little and my shoulder feeling some strain.
I was telling myself you can hold out, you can hold out, he'll move any second, just hold it, just hold it.
I got about 20 more seconds before I had the thought of even if I can hold this for what might be another minute or two, the odds of me making a good shot have enormously dropped off already and are only going to get worse as I hold this draw.
A big giant exasperated "#*^@#*" went through my brain.
Okay, it'll be fine, you can carefully, oh so carefully release this draw, and wait for him to move 10-15 feet further and you'll have an even better shot. He's chosen his direction it'll all be fine. I tried the hardest I could to slowly, carefully, quietly release my draw.
But, my elbow brushed the tree behind me in the process.
His head snapped in my direction.
The true standoff began. I stood there, frozen, almost trying not to breathe. He takes about 20 seconds of staring straight up at my tree stand and decides that he does not like this situation at all. Whatever it is that's going on, whatever made that ever so slight, but certainly unnatural, noise, he's done. He slowly turned and slunk right back off from whence he came.