Now that I have your attention here's the story:
If you ever have a chance to hunt with Bisch you better not pass up the chance. He's serious about 'killing critters', has some great stories, cooks wonderfully and works hard around camp. More to come about Bisch later.
I invited Bisch to hunt with me in Western Kansas on ground I've hunted the last ten years. He's been a big help into my adventure of traditional archery. Although not fully committed to trad gear just yet, I've practiced a lot but have failed to recover two previously shot deer with my Red Wing Hunter recurve.
I began the week with my compound hoping to kill my first Pope and Young. Only dink bucks would put themselves in range and at a good angle. The does either kept their distance or wouldn't give me a good shot angle. By the sixth day of the 8 day hunt I was planning to shoot the first deer that gave me a shot.
By the next afternoon, Friday, I decided I would either get it done with the recurve or not get it done at all.
With about 10 minutes of shooting light remaining two does and a nice 10 point slipped into the hand corn nearby. When one doe gave me the angle at 9 yards I came to anchor, picked my spot and let the arrow fly. The shot couldn't have been more perfect, hitting the knuckle for a quick kill. After a quick mule kick she darted down a steep embankment to the dry creek below. As she tried to start up the other side of the creek she fell and tumbled through the dry leaves back to the bottom on the creek bed. I was so excited I almost didn't realize that the buck hadn't really run off, but was standing only 12 yards away looking into the creek bed trying to figure out what was making all that ruckus. Suddenly I realized if I could pull another arrow from my quiver and get it nocked I might have an opportunity to kill the buck also.
With the arrow nocked, all I remember is pulling back the string and letting it go. In my excitement of having killed my first deer with traditional gear I guess I failed to come to my anchor point and pick a hair on the buck. The arrow sailed low and the buck bounded off.
Sure it would have been nice to get my first two on the ground with shots about a minute apart but I guess it just wasn't meant to be. That ended up working out just fine as I unfortunately managed to run my knife through my finger and thumb while quartering up the doe.
And now, more about Bisch: Afer he finished quartering my deer he drove me 50 miles to the emergency room for stitches, drove me back to the farm where we ate supper at 3 a.m., stayed up story telling until 4:00 when I decided that I had
enough excitement for the day and went to bed. Bisch, not wanting to sleep through the morning hunt, stayed up until it was time to head to the stand.
Unfortunately, his morning hunt didn't produce like he had hoped but overall the trip was a great success. New memories made by new friends. After all, isn't that one of the main reasons we do what we do?
If you ever have a chance to hunt with Bisch you better not pass up the chance. He's serious about 'killing critters', has some great stories, cooks wonderfully and works hard around camp. More to come about Bisch later.
I invited Bisch to hunt with me in Western Kansas on ground I've hunted the last ten years. He's been a big help into my adventure of traditional archery. Although not fully committed to trad gear just yet, I've practiced a lot but have failed to recover two previously shot deer with my Red Wing Hunter recurve.
I began the week with my compound hoping to kill my first Pope and Young. Only dink bucks would put themselves in range and at a good angle. The does either kept their distance or wouldn't give me a good shot angle. By the sixth day of the 8 day hunt I was planning to shoot the first deer that gave me a shot.
By the next afternoon, Friday, I decided I would either get it done with the recurve or not get it done at all.
With about 10 minutes of shooting light remaining two does and a nice 10 point slipped into the hand corn nearby. When one doe gave me the angle at 9 yards I came to anchor, picked my spot and let the arrow fly. The shot couldn't have been more perfect, hitting the knuckle for a quick kill. After a quick mule kick she darted down a steep embankment to the dry creek below. As she tried to start up the other side of the creek she fell and tumbled through the dry leaves back to the bottom on the creek bed. I was so excited I almost didn't realize that the buck hadn't really run off, but was standing only 12 yards away looking into the creek bed trying to figure out what was making all that ruckus. Suddenly I realized if I could pull another arrow from my quiver and get it nocked I might have an opportunity to kill the buck also.
With the arrow nocked, all I remember is pulling back the string and letting it go. In my excitement of having killed my first deer with traditional gear I guess I failed to come to my anchor point and pick a hair on the buck. The arrow sailed low and the buck bounded off.
Sure it would have been nice to get my first two on the ground with shots about a minute apart but I guess it just wasn't meant to be. That ended up working out just fine as I unfortunately managed to run my knife through my finger and thumb while quartering up the doe.
And now, more about Bisch: Afer he finished quartering my deer he drove me 50 miles to the emergency room for stitches, drove me back to the farm where we ate supper at 3 a.m., stayed up story telling until 4:00 when I decided that I had
enough excitement for the day and went to bed. Bisch, not wanting to sleep through the morning hunt, stayed up until it was time to head to the stand.
Unfortunately, his morning hunt didn't produce like he had hoped but overall the trip was a great success. New memories made by new friends. After all, isn't that one of the main reasons we do what we do?
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Good Huntin, and God Bless, Rusty
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