Well I wanted to get some venison this buck gave me plenty of oppurtunity. Here is how the story went.
At about 3pm I headed to my tripod stand and and brought the remainder of some deer corn with me. I get there and there is a doe and this spike there, the doe bolts and the spike hangs out and prior to my first shot walks towards me was not spooked at all and the only reason I can assume is beacause I had just bathed in that Scent Blocker Carbon Blast and he could not smell me, amazing. It kind presents a shot to me and I was amazed he was 10 yards or so and I had not even gotten into my blind. I take my first shot and missed him and the arrow buries itself into a tree making a loud thud and it startles the deer. He runs towards me and stops 3 feet from me, I am freaked out, well he gives me 4 more missed shot oppurtunities (seriously God only knows why) and I lost 4 arrows plus a broken one in a tree. I had one more arrow and decided to keep it for a real oppurtunity and try to find the 4 lost Easton Axis arrows. Well I found 1 with mud caked all over it, so now I have 2 arrows and finallly climb into a the tripod and guess what! my little spike buck can't get the corn off his mind and shows up a second time 5 minutes later and I take 2 missed shots and I could not see huntin without any arrows so I climbed down and retrieved my 2 arrows and the deathwish or peta spike meandered into the brush and I knew that would be our final encounter. After being in the tripod for 5 minutes guess what a 3rd time is a charm, " I gave thanks to God, thanking Him for this tasty morsel that will be dressed in gravy" and I was able to send the sacrificial arrow into my dinners thoracic cavity thru both lungs and the aorta. Complete pass thru I saw his life force water the wilds lawn and I thought what an excellent shot as I heard him crash into the creek bed. I found my quarry laid to rest amongst some hedge apples under an osage tree. The bow was a 58" Black Widow PSA III Autum Oak 54@27 and a 570gr Easton Axis 340 with a 250gr Wensel Woodsman.
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