ChromeArty
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Sunshine Coast (PR)
At about 5pm I spotted the nicest buck I've ever seen in person. I lift my crossbow and carefully take aim and squeeze the trigger. I hear the "thwack" of the bolt hitting home, and he takes off. Wwhhheeeww. I take a breather and load up another bolt. I should mention now this is my first shot on a dear with a crossbow, and I aimed 2/3 of the way up the boiler room "compensating" for my guess at the bolt drop. Well, the deer was closer than I thought and I am sure I hit high.
So now I go to look for blood... there is none, I can't find my bolt either... uh oh. I walk around in the direction the deer went hoping to find some blood... nothing! I'm devastated now... I'll never find this deer! This is my 3rd season hunting and I've killed 4 deer without having to track one yet... so I'm a complete greenhorn.
I call my hunting guru buddy who says "don't track it now! You'll bump it, I'll be there after dinner". So I drive home (only 10 minutes away) and get some dry clothes on and some waterproofs for the wet grass and such and head back out. By now it is good and dark and super misty, making the headlamp almost a hindrance. I walk back to where the deer was standing when I shot him, while I wait for my buddy I may as well look for my bolt. I end up not being able to help but check an area about 30-40 yards in diameter. Well!! I see some eyes looking back at me YES!! that's gotta be him! I sneak closer and closer, crossbow at the ready... it looks like he crawled into a culvert! The eyes are coming from the center of a dark 3 foot diameter circle. When I'm 20 fricken feet away it moves (keep in mind the mist is making it very hard to see). Well F*** me!!! It's a massive black bear, he didnt seem keen on moving but did after I asked him to piss off. He must smell some blood that I can't see!
Shortly after that encounter my buddy shows up with his son, both of these guys are experienced hunters that are telling me "no big deal man, stop beating yourself up. Anyone who says this hasn't happened them is full of shyte or hasn't hunted much". Well thanks lads... but I still feel like an R Tard for aiming high!
We begin our search as a group. Shortly after we begin our search I decide to pop my head into a hole in the brush where animals have clearly been coming and going. Bingo! Blood! Man the relief of seeing that blood, I cannot tell you!
So we follow it, these two guys are blowing my mind at their ability to find the blood and predict the path the deer is taking. I am learning an incredible amount here in a short period watching this process. The deer crosses a creek, we manage to stay on the blood trail... shortly afterwards however the blood trail dries up and we are left with spending the next hour or so searching the surrounding area almost at random. One good thing is, the lads noticed that the blood had to be coming from the left side of the deer. Meaning an exit wound. So that's damn good news.
However, we could not find this beautiful buck tonight. I will have to try and sleep well and go back out at first light and try again.
Wish me luck out there! I hope a bear hasn't eaten it already.
So now I go to look for blood... there is none, I can't find my bolt either... uh oh. I walk around in the direction the deer went hoping to find some blood... nothing! I'm devastated now... I'll never find this deer! This is my 3rd season hunting and I've killed 4 deer without having to track one yet... so I'm a complete greenhorn.
I call my hunting guru buddy who says "don't track it now! You'll bump it, I'll be there after dinner". So I drive home (only 10 minutes away) and get some dry clothes on and some waterproofs for the wet grass and such and head back out. By now it is good and dark and super misty, making the headlamp almost a hindrance. I walk back to where the deer was standing when I shot him, while I wait for my buddy I may as well look for my bolt. I end up not being able to help but check an area about 30-40 yards in diameter. Well!! I see some eyes looking back at me YES!! that's gotta be him! I sneak closer and closer, crossbow at the ready... it looks like he crawled into a culvert! The eyes are coming from the center of a dark 3 foot diameter circle. When I'm 20 fricken feet away it moves (keep in mind the mist is making it very hard to see). Well F*** me!!! It's a massive black bear, he didnt seem keen on moving but did after I asked him to piss off. He must smell some blood that I can't see!
Shortly after that encounter my buddy shows up with his son, both of these guys are experienced hunters that are telling me "no big deal man, stop beating yourself up. Anyone who says this hasn't happened them is full of shyte or hasn't hunted much". Well thanks lads... but I still feel like an R Tard for aiming high!
We begin our search as a group. Shortly after we begin our search I decide to pop my head into a hole in the brush where animals have clearly been coming and going. Bingo! Blood! Man the relief of seeing that blood, I cannot tell you!
So we follow it, these two guys are blowing my mind at their ability to find the blood and predict the path the deer is taking. I am learning an incredible amount here in a short period watching this process. The deer crosses a creek, we manage to stay on the blood trail... shortly afterwards however the blood trail dries up and we are left with spending the next hour or so searching the surrounding area almost at random. One good thing is, the lads noticed that the blood had to be coming from the left side of the deer. Meaning an exit wound. So that's damn good news.
However, we could not find this beautiful buck tonight. I will have to try and sleep well and go back out at first light and try again.
Wish me luck out there! I hope a bear hasn't eaten it already.
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