Kevin B.
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I sat up a ground blind (made from cutting lower beech tree limbs and arranging in a semi-cirle with my back against a tree. The set up and strategy was perfect. Around 6pm Central Time, a doe peeks out from the stand of small jack-pines and surveys the small powerline clearing. Seeing that all is safe, she comes completely out and stands broadside from me at what I figured was around 20 yards. (turns out that it was 19 yards). I have my bow raised and send an arrow with an expandable 2-blade Rage into the boiler-room.
The deer IMMEDIATELY drops and begins thrashing about. "ALRIGHT!!!!!"....I thought and the adrenaline started pumping with a fury. But it was also pumping in the deers system. I heard her go still. She was almost visible as I could see legs flailing in the air while she was on her back. I wait 30 minutes and slip out of the woods for my friend who owns a 4 wheeler. He volunteers to go back and help me bring her back. I am ecstatic and proud to show my first deer of the year.
Whispering, I show my friend where the impact occurred and where my blind was. He was impressed and my EGO shot up with each congratulatory word. Long story short: We never found her. Hunted until 10 pm!!!!!!!!!!!! The blood gave out in about 20 yards. The blood was red with no bubbles or pink froth. I must have hit her high and temporarily paralyzed her.
Nothing.....and I mean NOTHING...demoralizes me worse than wounding a deer. I cannot stand to think of the creature out there suffering. I prayed for a roving band of coyotes to track her and take her out simply to eliminate the suffering. The deers potential suffering far outweighs my poor-ole wounded EGO. It made me start thinking about WHY I hunt. For a major EGO-boost? Or for meat?
Nostalgia and the pure aesthetics of the sport are main contributors because my father (now deceased) and me had our best times together while bow-hunting.....with old Bear recurves, then compounds, and now....I use a cross-bow. I checked the zero on my bow WITH the practice Rage expandable and it was perfect! I hope that this doesn't set the tone of my entire season. It certainly has caused my enthusiasm to wane. Heck...I didn't even get up and go this morning and the weather was PERFECT! There are absolutely NO ACORNS on the lease where I hunt. I have yet to find even any Red Oak acorns.....much less...any White Oak acorns. This is going to be "one of them" seasons. Unless I adopt a new strategy and find the deer.
I apologize for sounding so negative today (of all days). Just bummed out right now. This too....shall pass.
Note: I have yet to see any circling buzzards and this happened on Friday evening.
The only consolation that I can give myself is remembering when this happened before (2 years ago?) and I posted a similar self-pitiful thread and SCN responded that "there is absolutely NO WASTE in nature." Those words from him keep echoing in my head and I am thankful to him for correcting my perspective.
Anyway.....good hunting to all!!!!! Kevin
The deer IMMEDIATELY drops and begins thrashing about. "ALRIGHT!!!!!"....I thought and the adrenaline started pumping with a fury. But it was also pumping in the deers system. I heard her go still. She was almost visible as I could see legs flailing in the air while she was on her back. I wait 30 minutes and slip out of the woods for my friend who owns a 4 wheeler. He volunteers to go back and help me bring her back. I am ecstatic and proud to show my first deer of the year.
Whispering, I show my friend where the impact occurred and where my blind was. He was impressed and my EGO shot up with each congratulatory word. Long story short: We never found her. Hunted until 10 pm!!!!!!!!!!!! The blood gave out in about 20 yards. The blood was red with no bubbles or pink froth. I must have hit her high and temporarily paralyzed her.
Nothing.....and I mean NOTHING...demoralizes me worse than wounding a deer. I cannot stand to think of the creature out there suffering. I prayed for a roving band of coyotes to track her and take her out simply to eliminate the suffering. The deers potential suffering far outweighs my poor-ole wounded EGO. It made me start thinking about WHY I hunt. For a major EGO-boost? Or for meat?
Nostalgia and the pure aesthetics of the sport are main contributors because my father (now deceased) and me had our best times together while bow-hunting.....with old Bear recurves, then compounds, and now....I use a cross-bow. I checked the zero on my bow WITH the practice Rage expandable and it was perfect! I hope that this doesn't set the tone of my entire season. It certainly has caused my enthusiasm to wane. Heck...I didn't even get up and go this morning and the weather was PERFECT! There are absolutely NO ACORNS on the lease where I hunt. I have yet to find even any Red Oak acorns.....much less...any White Oak acorns. This is going to be "one of them" seasons. Unless I adopt a new strategy and find the deer.
I apologize for sounding so negative today (of all days). Just bummed out right now. This too....shall pass.
Note: I have yet to see any circling buzzards and this happened on Friday evening.
The only consolation that I can give myself is remembering when this happened before (2 years ago?) and I posted a similar self-pitiful thread and SCN responded that "there is absolutely NO WASTE in nature." Those words from him keep echoing in my head and I am thankful to him for correcting my perspective.
Anyway.....good hunting to all!!!!! Kevin