Great write up Greg. Had you not found her and posted the pics of entrance and exit I wouldn't have thought in a million years that it was possible. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.
Great post. It's hard to tell but is there a chance she started ducking down and away at the time of hit? I've watched it on a full view a few times and that's the only other thing I can think of to help cause such a deflection?
I played the video back frame by frame, and that deer didn't move until the arrow was through her. It was a delayed reaction big time. None of the deer had any idea I was around and we're completely at ease.
No. I don't know if it's because of the vibration and movement after the shot, or a combination of things, but you can't see the arrow or the lighted nock at impact.Is there any way to slow it down enough to see the tracer nock moving on deflection?
Yes, it dead centered a rib. I believe the bottom half of the rib shoved into the chest cavity on impact. And sprung up, changing the arrow's path.Interesting. The near side, did you hit a rib on the way in? Man this is something for a forensic scientist to look at LOL!
what broadhead?Had a similar thing happen on my Ky buck this season. Shot was full on broadside,steep downward angle. Arrow went in a little high, which should have been good on the angle of the shot. However after I recovered the deer over a day later with no blood trail I found the cause. The arrow had deflected back and came out low and 8" back in the intestines. Complete pass through, but the broad head had pulled the intestines out and plugged the hole. Still have no clue as to what caused the arrow to do what it did? Just one of those strange things that can happen in archery hunting
There has been a fair amount of discussion lately about shot placement and the subsequent tracking job. I've decided to share the details of my doe kill from last month, so we can all learn from my experience.
A little background: for those of you that know me, it will come as no surprise that I am extremely anal about how my equipment shoots. Milo turned me on to bow tuning, and from there on out, I have spent countless hours fine tuning my equipment in preparation for the upcoming season. This year was no different, and although I wasn't prepared as early as I would have like to have been, I had my bow shooting darts and grouping field points with broadheads. I felt confident out to 50y with broadheads, but that confidence typically shrinks to about 30y when I actually step foot into the woods.
I'm shooting a Hoyt Spyder Turbo at 28.5" and 66lbs, and it's sending a 348gr arrow tipped with a Slick Trick Magnum at 298fps with a KE of 68.6. I realize this isn't the heaviest setup in the world, but up until this point, I had no reason to consider shooting something different.
Now for the story...
The Perfect Shot That Wasn't
My season had started off like almost every other, I had plans of harvesting a doe to get the "monkey" of my back and brush the cobwebs off before the good hunting rolled around. I had been running a camera in a shot I call the Berry Patch an it had revealed that there were does in there feeding morning and evening. On October 25th, I made my way to the Berry Patch for an evening hunt. It was warm and I was late getting in the tree, but I had the perfect wind and was going to shoot a doe if one gave me an opportunity.
At 5:20, I had a fawn come in behind me and begin feeding in the edge of the woodline. This deer would hang out in bow range the rest of the evening. Shortly after, I had a single doe pop out on the far end of the field and begin feeding in my direction. As she closed the distance, a second doe with two fawns came out of the logging road to my west and joined the lone doe to graze in the field. As they continued to feed my way, I started picking my windows out for a shot. The doe with the two fawns was huge, but I elected to take the head doe, as she was alone. As she approached 20y, I hit record on the GoPro, came to full draw, settling my pin, and watching as a blue Nockturnal buried right in the very spot my pin was placed. She mule kicked and took off on a death run, circling back around in the direction she came. I lost sight of her, so I wasn't sure where she had piled up, but I was positive I had "smoked her."
I sat in my stand for another hour before deciding to climb down and take up the trail. At the point of impact, I found where she had kicked up dirt, but there was no blood. Sweeping the field and the general direction she ran off in, I still hadn't found any blood. It was beginning to get dark, so I headed back to the Jeep to drop off my bow and dress down a bit, and grab a better light. As I came down off the hill, I noticed what I thought was a 5 gallon bucket on the far hillside in the field across the road. I didn't think much of it, until I stumbled coming off the hill and nearly bit the dust as I stepped into the township road. When I looked back up, the 5 gallon bucket was gone: was that a deer?
I began to get that sick to your stomach feeling, but told myself that there was no way that could be my deer. After dropping my gear off and grabbing a light, I went back up to the spot she was standing when I shot and started looking for blood again. I looked for over a half hour and didn't find so much as a drop of blood, not even the arrow! As I headed back to the Jeep to call for reinforcements, discouraged, I decided to take a walk across the road to that spot where I saw the white object earlier. I was dark now, and as I approached the area where I had seen it, I found a bed and a couple spots of blood. It wasn't much blood, but what was there was very mucousy. As I stood there in disbelief, I heard a deer jump up and bound off 20y or so just over the crest from me in a thin strip of brush. I know the words WTF came out of my mouth as I turned around and headed back to the Jeep.
I was absolutely destroyed; how in the hell did this doe make it 300y without hardly bleeding, and why in the hell was she still alive almost two hours later. Replaying the shot through my head, I began to question my shot placement. The only option was to back out and give her more time, so I headed for the house. On the way there, I called the wife and my BIL and told them I needed help tracking a deer I had shot. I pulled in the drive and they were both ready to roll, but I wanted to give her more time. I remembered that I had recorded the shot, so I pulled the card and stuck it in the computer, hoping to find some evidence of what had went wrong. I must've watched the shot a hundred times, but didn't see anything that pointed to a bad shot.
Here's the video (if you click on the settings tab, you can play adjust the playback speed)
[video=youtube;Al9GB2KnMS4]https://youtu.be/Al9GB2KnMS4[/video]