I've had alot of memorable hunting experiences,none are more memorable than the other but this season's bow kill was pretty memorable
The day before,a Sunday,I was out hunting in the morning and missed 2 bucks right under my stand! Basically it was because the bow I was shooting was my dad's before he got a new one,and this bow had no let-off and was really "finicky".So we get home and my dad tells me about a used Hoyt bow down at the bow shop,which is 5 minutes from out house,cool huh!?
Well after shooting it,I love it and it is mine for $150. We get it all set up,I go out that night but nothing.The next day after I get back from classes,I go out by myself(my dad is working).The wind is perfect for the stand I'm in. I see a doe but it is out of range and walks off. I decided to get my eyes that way and a little while later I hear branches snap.I turn and here comes a deer right down the shooting lane behind me,headed right at the tree I'm in! I get up and wait and the deer keeps coming then stops below me about 5 yards from the tree,slightly quartering away but mainly broadside. I begin to draw but the adrenaline shooting through me has me stuck,lol! I can't draw back! The deer doesn't know a thing.Finally I take a deep breath and draw the bow back,putting the pin behind it's shoulder and thinking "follow through on the shot".I squeeze the trigger on my release and hear the arrow hit the deer.The deer,a little spike,takes off running,the arrow didn't pass through so as the deer runs,I can here the arrow hitting branches.I knew I hit a little high but felt somewhat confident,I was praying! I hear a couple big cracks and then silence.I get down,find the blood trail,which is not great,but not bad either.I call my dad on the walkie talkie and drives over and helps me track.We follow the trail and as we go under these pines,my dad stops to get the flashlight out becuase it is evening and under the pines makes it darker.As he does that,I look up ahead of us and see my arrow sticking straight up from behind a log,"There's my arrow!" I tell him and begin walking to it.Not only was it my arrow but it was my deer!It went down where I thought it did,when I heard those branches crack,I thought it had to of gone down. The arrow was a few inches below the spine,but it hit the lungs and the deer basically died from internal bleeding,as we found out later cleaning it at home.What makes this memorable is how I found the deer when I least expected it and was so thrilled to find it before my dad did,lol! First shot at a deer with my new bow and my second bow kill