Had a big heavy horned 6 come in this evening to some hand corn this evening. We have been trying to get him since rifle opened, but the broom weed is so thick a deer can disappear standing up. This guy has been a six since his 1st set of horns, we’ve been watching him for 4 years now, and he just gets mass and width.
So he finally turns away and I get to full draw with him at less than 15 yards from my freshly made brush blind. I have to hold a minute for him to clear his vitals of a twig from the aforementioned brush blind. He opens and I let it rip!
I can see good placement and he give a big mule kick and turns and runs. My 1st thought was, hmm that arrow didn’t penetrate much. I back out and head to the truck to swap my bow for rifle. Light is getting dim and I’m not expecting to have a great blood trail based on the amount of arrow I saw sticking out of the entry side.
But to my surprise there was a decent trail 10 or so yards from impact. I follow for 30 yards and find my arrow, head closed laying on the ground. Blood trail thins almost immediately. Looking at the arrow I got about 5 maybe 6 inches of penetration. My heart sank. The only glimmer of hope I had was I had heard the distinct sound of a deer crashing as he ran off behind the live oak mot.
I pushed forward connecting the few bloody dots I could find. It was dark now, and I had lost the trail 75-85 yards in. Ready to back out, and look again either with better light or in the morning, I shine my dim mini mag light to my left. I’ll be ****ed if I wasn’t nearly standing on top of him with a blood entrance wound bubbling red frothy blood.
Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good!
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