Been busy, but on Saturday, I was fortunate enough to harvest my first bow-kill buck. I was in stand early and had a small buck come through, then it was just pretty slow. Until 10:30. Everyone who hunted Saturday in NE Ohio knows the woods were quiet from the wet leaves. I happened to turn my head and catch movement to my left, and this guy was angling away from me at 45 yards. I waited to see if he would catch one trail and come back towards me, but he didn't. So, I gave him a few grunts and got him to turn his head. A couple tending grunts and he came right in to 25 yards. I didn't see where the shot hit him, so I gave him about an hour. The arrow gave me hope, though...
So I followed spotty blood here and there, until I started seeing more blood like this...
Until about 150 yards later, this is what I came upon, laid up under a small tree between two little mounds.
What I thought had been a bad shot turned out to be a double-lung hit, and I had my buck!
Happiness is an understatement...
So I followed spotty blood here and there, until I started seeing more blood like this...
Until about 150 yards later, this is what I came upon, laid up under a small tree between two little mounds.
What I thought had been a bad shot turned out to be a double-lung hit, and I had my buck!
Happiness is an understatement...
