Bowhuntingboy
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Early in the season I passed up dozens of does waitng to take a nice mature one and I got my chance. My arrow made its way 30 yards through my skinny brush lined shooting lane about 5 minutes from closing time. I was pumped because I knew I made a nice shot on a nice doe. I only had my Geo Prism so I made a phone call to my dad.
He showed up with his truck and we began to track in the dark. The blood trail was showing pink so I knew it was a lung shot. We heard some truck doors slam out on the road that was about 40 yards from where we were. That was strange being that we were in a rural area. We headed out to the road to make sure no one was messing withour vehicles. To make a long stroy short, the truck gunned it as we emereged from the woods and we now knew where my deer had fallen. It had died right on the edge of the road which is where the blood trail led us to. But there on the side of the road was a gut pile and fresh squeal marks left only minutes ago by a truck. The deer had probably only laid dead for maybe 45 minutes which was enough time for someone to steal a venison dinner. The deer stealer easily saw our lights as we tracked within the woods so he was not thinking that he was just taking road kill deer. He knew it was fresh meat! As my dad and I stood there baffled on the side of the quiet country road a truck came flying around the corner, and seeing us slammed on the breaks and made a 180 degree turn and disappeared once again.
Just venting some bowhunter's anger...Well, good hunting to all on this Halloween night!
He showed up with his truck and we began to track in the dark. The blood trail was showing pink so I knew it was a lung shot. We heard some truck doors slam out on the road that was about 40 yards from where we were. That was strange being that we were in a rural area. We headed out to the road to make sure no one was messing withour vehicles. To make a long stroy short, the truck gunned it as we emereged from the woods and we now knew where my deer had fallen. It had died right on the edge of the road which is where the blood trail led us to. But there on the side of the road was a gut pile and fresh squeal marks left only minutes ago by a truck. The deer had probably only laid dead for maybe 45 minutes which was enough time for someone to steal a venison dinner. The deer stealer easily saw our lights as we tracked within the woods so he was not thinking that he was just taking road kill deer. He knew it was fresh meat! As my dad and I stood there baffled on the side of the quiet country road a truck came flying around the corner, and seeing us slammed on the breaks and made a 180 degree turn and disappeared once again.
Just venting some bowhunter's anger...Well, good hunting to all on this Halloween night!
