I'll attach a story and pictures when I get back homeFirst red arrow.
*STORY*
Well I am new to archery this season and have had a blast. Not to say I haven't experienced failure but I've learned a lot, especially patience, while trying to pattern bucks and hunt archery.
I had some really great bucks that I wanted to chase all early season and again in November but it sounds like I'll be deployed for October - December again this year so I wanted to get it done in September.
After a long, long morning in the treestand and nothing seen, I went still hunting all afternoon in my favorite spots. I saw lots of deer including a small buck that I stalked to 50 yards but passed on, just a little fellow that will be much bigger in two years.
It got to be around 5:30 pm, it was rainy on the night of September 22nd. I came to an old logging road and stumbled down the rocky bank onto the gravel...CRUNCH! I hate making so much noise. I look up and see this buck staring straight at me from 40 yards away. I range him without thinking, just a reaction. He bobs his head once, twice and takes two steps toward the downhill side and gives a short wheeze. He can bound once and be lost in a thick jungle like only GMU 117 can offer.
I can tell he's about to bolt and before I realize it I'm at full draw, tucking the 40 pin right behind his shoulder, just at the bottom of his brisket. SNAP!!!
he loads his legs just in time to meet a Muzzy 100 in front of a Easton Axis 340.
He whirls and falls to the ground, blood pumping up into the air like a macabre fountain. In ten seconds it was all over.
My first archery buck. Thanks for reading.
