Well hell it was the last day of archery tonight and dad didn't feel like Huntin the late season so we went out looking for a fat doe. My dad is disabled and can hardly get around so we were sticking to the roads, we came around the corner too see a truck full of Indians with a big whitetail in the back. Needless to say I was pretty disgusted. So we went up the road about a quarter mile and I spotted a nice whitetail doe about 30 yards off the road, dad gets out and put it's right behind her shoulder we watch it go about 85 yards and start wobbling and falls over! Woohoo the woods definetly erupted when dad seen it go down! First deer with his new wicked ridge ten point crossbow! Hope yall like the story I'll try to get some pics up.
