Well fellas I put us on the board with my first bowkill on opening day. We started off the day with a morning hunt produced one sighting of a doe 80yards off. I told jesse about where she was and where she was headed and we both agreed that she was probably headed to bed in a draw and would come out in the evening. And the only way out would be past the same stand I sat in that morning. About 615 that evening a doe came out of that draw about 20yds from my stand but did not offer a shot. She squirted across the main path into a small ravine where I had hoped she would come back down another main path to my shooting lane. After 25 mins of browsing and what seemed like a cat and mouse game she stepped into my lane 30yds broadside. With my heart racing in my throat I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, drew back and let the arrow fly. It seemed like the arrow flew in slow motion and hit 10ring. She ran 50yds and crashed on the hillside tumbling down to the creek. The arrow clipped the top of both lungs and right through the middle of the heart. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
