After the excitement I text my wife and she ask how I'm gonna get it home. SHIT! My damn truck is in the shop AGAIN and I have her car. She wasn't very happy about what happened next...but that deer didn't make a mess in her car.
The next day I was pretty worn out from dragging that little dude and fighting a head cold. So I laid around the house basically all day. 2 rolled around and it was time to shower up and smoke my gear. I didn't have the motivation to go to the spot I wanted so I hunkered in at a spot I'd never hunted before. Sitting there on the ground for 20 minutes I noticed a set of sticks. I'll be damn, about 40 yard from me was a stand this guy had been telling me hunt. Up the tree I went! Sitting in stand is something I'm not used to, im a ground hunter. But with the snow falling, things felt good.
About the time I was thinking it wasn't gonna happen a buck popped up from that ledge. He was running...and then another one. They ran to my right and they both stopped. Stopped long enough that I couldn't see them anymore. Then I noticed another deer come up that ledge. This one a blonde colored doe. She walked towards them and they locked up a little with each other. (No kidding, antlers tickling in late January!) She acted like the rich bitch in the club and turned her nose high and walked right to me.
At this point, I knew that one of those bucks would follow. At one point I looked down and she was directly under me looking up at me. I never looked at her again...I looked in on the bigger of the two bucks and never looked away.
Sure enough, 15-20 minutes later he starts running right at me! Jumped the little creek and stopped. Safety was steady off and I squeezed one off at around 18 yards. Double thwack! Mule kick and off be bolted. I smiled as I knew I had smoked him. I instantly text my wife and told her I thought I got one. No waiting I got down and seen this.
Knowing he ran towards the road I opted to not wait and see if I could push him towards the road some more of he wasn't dead already. I walk toward where I'd last seen him and look down to see a ton of blood. Bad part is...it went straight down this cliff. You've got to be shitting me!
Nope, he had plowed his way down this damn thing and I still couldn't see him. WTF?! I leave my crossbow up on the hill (no way I could've gotten down it with it anyways) and start my decent. A few minutes later and many acrobatics later, I was at the bottom. I'm following a very solid path of blood and can't believe I can't see him.
I follow this for about 40 yards before I look down and see this in a hole.
