Kody and I headed out to the blind this evening at 3:45. We got settled in, fired up the smoker (I like just lighting it in the tent... the you know you're covered), and relaxed. Kody fiddled with the smoker for awile... put it on top of piles of leftover snow to hear it sizzle, tried burning leaves in it, stoked it up with a branch. you know.. just killed time.
Before I know it, he's hunched over snoring away. Now it's quiet and I can focus. About 4:30 2 doe appear in the woods directly to our left at 30 yards. I nudge him to get him up, get the bow off teh hook and hand it to him. The doe end up going straight out into the field and disappear over the horizon coming nowhere near our shooting lanes. He puts the bow across his lap and falls back asleep. WTF??? I guess a hard day of XBox is tiring (school cancelled due to ice storm this morning).
At around 5:00, a doe appears from the direction the first two went. Then another... then another... then another... it ends up 5 doe are marching our way. I bang on his leg to wake him... nothing.... another hit on the leg... nothing... another... still nothing. I lean over and whisper as loud as I can "KODY!"
"Huh?"
There's deer... get your ass ready. LMAO! Fugger wouldn't wake up!
Kody finally gathers himself and readies for a shot. We have to let the first 2 doe pass by in front of us because they were moving in quick and he just couldn't get drawn in time. The thrid doe came in slower... he draws... I tell him I'm going to stop her, get ready... she's at 22 yards according to the range finder. She stops on her own. He's aimin... aiming... aiming... "Shoot when you're ready, Kody"... aiming... THUNK... the doe whirls at the first sound she hears and the arrow, which was heading right for the boiler, flies right past her side now that she whirled. She bounds away to the top of the hill. Looks around... and walks off.
"Did I hit her?" Kody asked.
"I don't think Buddy. I think she jumped the string and turned just in time to save her ass."
I tell him to stay put and let me know when I get exactly where she was standing. I head out to the field and look around for any sign... blood, arrow, hair, etc... I find nothing. I call him out to stand where I'm looking and I walk up to the top of the hill to look at the other side of the field. I was praying I'd see her laying there or at least see one with blood on her. I see 3 doe standing by the woods line. They snort and run off.
I head back down and walk right up to his arrow. Clean as whistle other than a little bit of slush form the melting snow. No blood. No hair. Clean miss, as I suspected.
I just start laughing to break the ice. I tell him, "welcome to the club buddy."
He shakes his head and is clearly pissed at himself. But, in the end, he takes it in stride and chalks it up to an experience.
I am very proud again at how he handled himself. He never rushed the shot. He let those first two go by because he just didn't feel like he could get drawn on them without spooking them. He stayed calm... he just missed. It happens to us all. In fact, it happens to me way too much!
Almost! Yesterday he draws on one. Today he shoots at one. Maybe tomorrow will be the day.