Sad story for me today. Ive seen my target buck 3x this past week. The last time was this morning. Gun came in Saturday, but i of sound mind and body opted to take the bow.
Hour after daylight on this frosty morning, i see the buck about 75 yards out. I grunted twice and without pause that buck came running.
I picked up my bow, attached the release and turned my head to see him 20 yards behind the tree. He picks the wrong side for me and i have to turn around facing the tree to shoot and i had to do it quick. At 15 yards i draw and he nails me. I hold forever as he stares me down. Uh oh. He turns and leaves in a hurry.
It happens. Not much else i could do.
30 minutes later my neighbor blasts away and i get a sick feeling. Then he sent me the pic. 150 class 9 point with a forked G2.
Thats how it rolls in gun season.