The one 10 point, I bounced the friggin arrow right off his back. I was using my dad's old PSE back then which was like using a friggin recurve. Found my arrow with a little hair and a small chunk of meat about the size of a thumbtack. Brought it home, slammed it on the counter in front of my wife who was making breakfast and yelled "here! Fry this up!" Man was I pissed.
Tracking blood, itchy kill switch tripped. Freezer meat!
Trust man I will.
So after my climber fiasco today,!i went to another stand and sat. Well after 2 does busted me and ran, I was just about to climb down out of frustration, and when I went to grab my now to put things up, I see antlers coming my way. No way, it's gator. I've been after him for this is my 3rd yr now. He walks my way, turns and heads to a licking branch, the into the feild 30 yds. 32 to be exact, and stands broadside. I draw back, and for some reason I wasn't calm at all, I was nervous and like an idiot rushed the shot. Right over his back. Clean miss. I'm so mad at myself.
Walk it off Jake, walk it off. Shoot the bow a little bit tomorrow & get back after him!
I went to Taylor's pole barn and shot tonight. A deerz gonna die tomm morn!