Well I had Success this morning. Not a Monster like y’all get but a Legal Buck (2-points on one side) for my Zone and DMU.
Wasn’t what I was looking for but honestly I’ve never shot a Deer in Florida before. Only hunted here the last oh 5/6 years and it is the hardest hunting I’ve ever experienced.
Now if your on Private with a Group that don’t mind spending some money you can build a real nice place in sort order. We are doing the best with what we got.
Interesting side note to this tale. Was supposed to rain most of the night and all day. I selected my #1 Stand to go sit for an All Day Sit in the Blind Covered Stand. It started raining earlier than predicted and when I woke at 5:00 am it had stopped. I figured go for it.
In the stand just as it was getting light I was getting dozey. I felt my eyes closed and then a Bird in the tree right at ear level Squawked and it honestly sounded like Wake Up! To me.
I laughed to myself and said ok I should wake up, when I heard something. It was a Deer walking right under my stand. I could look down on it.
It was eating Acorns that had fallen a I couldn’t tell if it was a Buck or Doe. In any case it was an Adult Deer.
I lost sight of it then it reappeared walking down one of the lanes I had cleared then stopped. It was only 15-20 yards away but much to straight to chance a shot and I told myself to wait. It went to the Feeder I’d made and ate for awhile never giving me a shot.
Funny how my heart was pumping and my arms shaking for such a small buck. I’ve shot lots of Bucks and have a pretty nice one on the wall, but I haven’t felt like that in a long time. I had to make myself calm down.
When he turned Broadside I was ready and had the 30 yard mark in the scope lined up where I wanted. I don’t really remember pulling the trigger on my crossbow, but I heard a Loud Whack as they mechanical broad head hit. Man it was loud!
The Grim Reaper did its job and I listened as he ran then I heard a crash. I was sure he was down but I made myself wait a full hour before I went to look.
Bolt was covered in blood. Pretty easy trail to follow although I lost it for a few minutes before finding it again.
He made it about 50-60 yards.
I am no longer a Florida Whitetail Virgin.
Oh and as soon as I found him it started to rain again and never stopped. It was like it was meant to be.
My SIL is crazy happy for me. So was my wife and daughter.
Best of all one of my grandsons asked his dad “did papa get another Bucky?”
Don’t get no better than that no matter what the size.
