Playing hurt this season.
Wrecked my left shoulder July 4th, should be on the PUP list, but have put off surgery until week of Christmas so I could hunt this fall.
Practicing, holding at full draw, it's not ideal right now.
Mother nature hasn’t been cooperating much either, until last Saturday.
Morning temp in the 20°s, light breeze out of the north, the rut hitting its peak.
Deer were moving and you could tell, it was one of those days..
This buck came in early Saturday afternoon with a purpose, scent-checking, chasing and moving out, never stopping.
He ran through my set 30 minutes later scattering does and little bucks, never stopping.
He trotted back a 3rd time and stopped.
5:51 pm. Broadside, the arrow went through both ribs, lower 3rd of his body and a couple inches behind his heart. The arrow was soaked in blood, no stomach matter.
I waited an hour, eased out and got my hound to start tracking.
She’s tracked a few deer with some success but struggled with this one.
About 150 yards in, the blood got weak and I could tell Daisy wasn’t on him.
I regretted tracking so soon and backed out.
Got on the phone and called Troup Bishop from the TBH tracking dog list. This man drove an unreasonable distance to help.
His dog Copper found the buck and saved my season.
I can’t thank them enough.
The shot hit his liver and the buck made it 250 yards.
So, we have a happy ending on a heavy, post mature buck, regressing from last year.
He’s only got 2 scorable points and an odd fishhook brow on his right side and the other brow is broke.
He won’t score well.
And I don’t care.
I couldn’t be happier.
He made for a great season, I’ll get my shoulder right over Christmas and come back stronger next year.
Brothers, life is good.
Thanks for reading.
Wrecked my left shoulder July 4th, should be on the PUP list, but have put off surgery until week of Christmas so I could hunt this fall.
Practicing, holding at full draw, it's not ideal right now.
Mother nature hasn’t been cooperating much either, until last Saturday.
Morning temp in the 20°s, light breeze out of the north, the rut hitting its peak.
Deer were moving and you could tell, it was one of those days..
This buck came in early Saturday afternoon with a purpose, scent-checking, chasing and moving out, never stopping.
He ran through my set 30 minutes later scattering does and little bucks, never stopping.
He trotted back a 3rd time and stopped.
5:51 pm. Broadside, the arrow went through both ribs, lower 3rd of his body and a couple inches behind his heart. The arrow was soaked in blood, no stomach matter.
I waited an hour, eased out and got my hound to start tracking.
She’s tracked a few deer with some success but struggled with this one.
About 150 yards in, the blood got weak and I could tell Daisy wasn’t on him.
I regretted tracking so soon and backed out.
Got on the phone and called Troup Bishop from the TBH tracking dog list. This man drove an unreasonable distance to help.
His dog Copper found the buck and saved my season.
I can’t thank them enough.
The shot hit his liver and the buck made it 250 yards.
So, we have a happy ending on a heavy, post mature buck, regressing from last year.
He’s only got 2 scorable points and an odd fishhook brow on his right side and the other brow is broke.
He won’t score well.
And I don’t care.
I couldn’t be happier.
He made for a great season, I’ll get my shoulder right over Christmas and come back stronger next year.
Brothers, life is good.
Thanks for reading.
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