It all started Sunday afternoon. I got off of work, the rain had stopped, and the wind had slowed down. I got home grabbed my gear, and went out to hunt around my house.
I walked to the east end, so the wind would be in my face. As soon as I stepped onto the trail a small buck did also. He took off, offering no shot.
I eased my way down the trail, going slowly. I had covered about 150 yards, when i caught movement in the brush to my left. I got ready incase it was a buck. When he stepped out at 25 yards, l could see that he was as wide as his ears, but did not count points. I drew, picked a spot, and let it fly. In mid flight, he turned toards me. I thought that I hit him in the front left shoulder angled back.
The buck stepped behind a tree and then out I could see blood on his side and felt it was a lethal shot. I set down to give him some time. About five minutes went by, then it started to rain, and rain hard.
I felt the shot was good, so I decided to give chase. When I got to the spot he was standing when i shot, I could see blood 30 feet ahead of me. But it was washing away fast. When i got to an opening, the blood stopped. I had watched the deer run down hill to my left, so thats the way I went. I spent two hours looking without a trace.
I decided to go home and call some buddies to help me the next morning. I had to take my two boys with me, one six, the other eight. We set out and started looking the last direction I seen the buck run. Two hours later we were still coming up empty.
We got back to the truck for a quick break. When we got back up there, Carson went down the hill, I went straight, and James went up hill. About two minutes later, James yelled he has blood. He had picked up a leaf and on the underside was a single drop of blood.
We looked around a little more, and I decided to walk the trail. I walked through the brush, and about tripped on my buck. He had only gone 60 yards. Just after I last seen him, he had turned up hill to chase a doe.
He was a 4x4 mature blacktail with eye toards. Beautiful. As for where I hit him it was a little farther forward then I thought. Arrow went into his neck, about four inches infrount of his shoulder. The broadhead cut the artery, sliced the wind pipe, and cut the top of the heart.
I shot him with a Surewood shaft, Simmons Tree Shark, and a snakey osage bow that I built.
A special thanks to my good friends Carson and James for giving me a hand. Also to my two boys who refused to give up and knew that we would find him.
I would like to post pictures, but I cant from my phone. If someone could help me out, or give me an email address I'll send the pictures and they can get posted. Thanks Ty
