Thought I'd share this with you. A milestone in my hunting career, left with some disappointment...
Here's the story.
This weekend I decided to move my treestand a little closer to home, so Saturday I relocated it to the hardwood bush that's walking distance from my house. (Strictly for bowhunting as it's close to town)
Sunday morning I got up and headed to the stand at around 6:30am, it was cloudy and sunrise wasn't until 7:22am.
Climbed aboard my treestand (7am) with the intentions of seeing nothing as I had laid enough human scent in the area moving the stand, I figure it would take them a little while to come around.
7:08 I notice somthing about 30-40 yards away. It's brown - It's a stump. 2 seconds later, I see it move!
It's a deer!! (Bear in mind I only have a buck tag, and cannot see head gear from this distance as it's still pretty dark)
Nevertheless - Adrenaline starts NOW!!!
At this point, I'm sitting down, but have an arrow chalmbered.
As I'm watching the deer (whom is completely unaware of my prescence) he starts moving towards me. At one point, he's behind a couple maples. I take this moment to stand up, bring up my bow and pull back.
The deer stops for a second and then continues to walk out in full view, no more than 20 yards....broadside!!! (And it's a BOY!!) Not a record breaker, but what looks to be a solid deer with a nice basket. Can't tell exactly, but I'd guess him an 8pointer, 12-14inch spread with tines 3-5" tall. Weight, about 200lbs.
My sites were already on him. (I'm actually suprised I wasn't shaking, my insides were!!!) I've been through this many times with a gun, but I must say, it just feels differently when using a bow. Just the fact that you have to pull back makes it that much more intense.
I release, and hear the thwack!! The deer jumps jittering and takes off faster than a drag car at Cayuga Speedway - straight through the forest.
I take a deep breath and say "Holy ****!!!!!" I can't believe this just happened!"
I took the next hour to sit quietly in the stand, let the adrenaline calm down, and let the animal gain a feeling of safety and lie down close by.
After my "seemingly forever" wait in the stand, I climb down and go have a look at where I shot him.
The ground is covered with autumn leaves, and I find blood immediately where I hit him. Good sign!! (No arrow, so it's still stuck in him.)
From this point, I start tracking. I follow the blood trail with ease. It's massive, he was bleeding a LOT. I find lots of pink lung butter and foam, revealing to me that he was lung shot. PERFECT!!
My friend comes out to help me find the buck. We continue to follow the blood trail, and find 2 spots where he lied down. Both spots with a healthy blood puddle!
We continue the tracking and sure enough, he heads for the thick stuff. We get into a mess of cedars and lose the trail, and his prints seems to vanish at the same point?? We start to do a perimeter search from the last point we tracked him. Nothing.
After a couple hours, my friend had to split and I had to go home to get the kids as the wife was going out.
So, I got the kids, and the dog, and continued searching for the next couple hours. (Even after promising the dog a half tenderloin and whatever other cut of meat he chose, we came up emptyhanded.) I countinued my search throughout the rest of the day, and half of the next day.
I covered massive intense terrain; field, swap, bush....everything.
There is no doubt in my mind that the animal died, and not far from where it was shot, but after more than a 14hr search with help, dog, quad and a lot of humping, I had to face the harsh reality that I'm not going to find the animal.
At the end of my search, I was satisfied that I have done all I can to find this deer. It's a saddening thing, but unfortunately...it's part of hunting, it happens. We can not always retrieve our quarry, but we must do everything humanly possible to try.
Although disappointed, I know that I did all I could plus 10%. (I'm sure the coyotes would thank me if they could)
This was my first big game with the bow, and I must say....it's a truly unique feeling for a hunter. Mixed emotions of course because I don't have him hanging in my tree right now.... but I feel that I have "popped my cherry", and take pride in it.
Anyway, that's the story. I'm going to be back in my stand very soon, and hopfully I'll have similar story for you next time, with the exception of a steak dinner at the end of it.
That's all folks, I just wanted to share this experience.
Here's the story.
This weekend I decided to move my treestand a little closer to home, so Saturday I relocated it to the hardwood bush that's walking distance from my house. (Strictly for bowhunting as it's close to town)
Sunday morning I got up and headed to the stand at around 6:30am, it was cloudy and sunrise wasn't until 7:22am.
Climbed aboard my treestand (7am) with the intentions of seeing nothing as I had laid enough human scent in the area moving the stand, I figure it would take them a little while to come around.
7:08 I notice somthing about 30-40 yards away. It's brown - It's a stump. 2 seconds later, I see it move!
It's a deer!! (Bear in mind I only have a buck tag, and cannot see head gear from this distance as it's still pretty dark)
Nevertheless - Adrenaline starts NOW!!!
At this point, I'm sitting down, but have an arrow chalmbered.
As I'm watching the deer (whom is completely unaware of my prescence) he starts moving towards me. At one point, he's behind a couple maples. I take this moment to stand up, bring up my bow and pull back.
The deer stops for a second and then continues to walk out in full view, no more than 20 yards....broadside!!! (And it's a BOY!!) Not a record breaker, but what looks to be a solid deer with a nice basket. Can't tell exactly, but I'd guess him an 8pointer, 12-14inch spread with tines 3-5" tall. Weight, about 200lbs.
My sites were already on him. (I'm actually suprised I wasn't shaking, my insides were!!!) I've been through this many times with a gun, but I must say, it just feels differently when using a bow. Just the fact that you have to pull back makes it that much more intense.
I release, and hear the thwack!! The deer jumps jittering and takes off faster than a drag car at Cayuga Speedway - straight through the forest.
I take a deep breath and say "Holy ****!!!!!" I can't believe this just happened!"
I took the next hour to sit quietly in the stand, let the adrenaline calm down, and let the animal gain a feeling of safety and lie down close by.
After my "seemingly forever" wait in the stand, I climb down and go have a look at where I shot him.
The ground is covered with autumn leaves, and I find blood immediately where I hit him. Good sign!! (No arrow, so it's still stuck in him.)
From this point, I start tracking. I follow the blood trail with ease. It's massive, he was bleeding a LOT. I find lots of pink lung butter and foam, revealing to me that he was lung shot. PERFECT!!
My friend comes out to help me find the buck. We continue to follow the blood trail, and find 2 spots where he lied down. Both spots with a healthy blood puddle!
We continue the tracking and sure enough, he heads for the thick stuff. We get into a mess of cedars and lose the trail, and his prints seems to vanish at the same point?? We start to do a perimeter search from the last point we tracked him. Nothing.
After a couple hours, my friend had to split and I had to go home to get the kids as the wife was going out.
So, I got the kids, and the dog, and continued searching for the next couple hours. (Even after promising the dog a half tenderloin and whatever other cut of meat he chose, we came up emptyhanded.) I countinued my search throughout the rest of the day, and half of the next day.
I covered massive intense terrain; field, swap, bush....everything.
There is no doubt in my mind that the animal died, and not far from where it was shot, but after more than a 14hr search with help, dog, quad and a lot of humping, I had to face the harsh reality that I'm not going to find the animal.
At the end of my search, I was satisfied that I have done all I can to find this deer. It's a saddening thing, but unfortunately...it's part of hunting, it happens. We can not always retrieve our quarry, but we must do everything humanly possible to try.
Although disappointed, I know that I did all I could plus 10%. (I'm sure the coyotes would thank me if they could)
This was my first big game with the bow, and I must say....it's a truly unique feeling for a hunter. Mixed emotions of course because I don't have him hanging in my tree right now.... but I feel that I have "popped my cherry", and take pride in it.
Anyway, that's the story. I'm going to be back in my stand very soon, and hopfully I'll have similar story for you next time, with the exception of a steak dinner at the end of it.
That's all folks, I just wanted to share this experience.




















































