Twanger
11-05-2009, 09:22 AM
For a number of years I've been trying to get a triple-kill in one hunt, and it finally happened last night.
I was hunting in the woods behind the back yard of an elderly lady who has Lyme's disease. I've seen deer in this yard or woods every single time I drive by, no matter what time of day it is. I have not hunted it this season, but last night decided to give it a try.
A limping doe watched me get out of the car. I picked up my bow and ranged the deer from the side of the house. 45 yards. There were people in the driveway two lots down so I decided it was best not to try for this deer, even though it was clearly injured. Probably a car.
So, I walked into the woods with my stand and it never let me get closer than 35 yards. Too far. Finally it grudgingly walked off.
As I climbed the tree several deer came in and busted me! Dang it!
After I got to altitude a couple of more deer came in, and there I am with my pack and bow on the ground. Arghhhhhh!
They backed off, but didn't spook.
I got the bow and pack up, hung the bow on the hanger I'd just screwed in, and hooked the pack to my stand. Facing the tree I put my camo top on, was about to put my camo bottoms on, and heard something behind me. Dang it! These deer will not leave me alone! They were back in to about 25-30 yards.
I'll show them.
Lifting my bow slowly off the hanger I nock an arrow and draw my bow with my body blocking the draw from the deer's view. Then I slowly pivoted in my stand 180 degrees at full draw. The deer have walked in another 5 yards and I pick a doe out of the pack and drilled her, just a wee bit back further back than I like. She ran off with half the deer and stopped about 60 yards out behind a screen of brush. The other half run past my stand and stop about 30 yards away. I see the does tail flicker a bunch of times and then stop. Sweet!
Splash one.
The big six pointer and spike didn't know what to think. All their does just ran off. Whut?
Slowly half of the remaining does filter back in. I'm at a loss why they want to be under my stand so badly. I have no corn feeder here. The two behind me hold firm. The six pointer jumps the creek and walks to within about 3 feet of my tree and is highly suspicious. He spooks back out to 10 yards and starts to calm down. The does are back inside 30 yards. I've got 6 deer within 30 yards of my stand, and my camo pants are still hanging on the rail of my stand! I decide to just go with it.
About that time Davehawk calls me! Oops! :D The six-point looks right at me! Fortunately, I have set the ring-tone on my iPhone to the sound of crickets, and after it does the "cricket-cricket-cricket" thing for a while the six loses interest.
Looking over my right shoulder I ID a doe now 20 yards out and facing straight away. I pivot, nock another arrow, make a quick check that the does behind me are not looking and draw. I patiently wait until the doe turns and is quartering away about 45 degrees. This is a dream shot. My pin finds her far shoulder and the arrow is away. It flashes into her and she runs off about 50 yards and stops, wobbles, and crashes. Down!
Splash two!
The six watches her run, and is not happy. The other does don't know what to think. There's another big doe hanging behind another house about 60 yards out. The six takes an interest in her and mosies over. He gets on her trail and his tail points straight out. He's rutting big time. They slowly circle each other in the woods about 60 yards to the west.
I nock a third arrow, but my heart is hammering in my chest. Whew. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Pivoting 180 degrees in the stand again I turn my attention back to the four does behind me, and they are about 30 yards away. Scrutinizing them it turns out to be a big nanny, two button bucks, and a fawn doe. I decide that if I'm gonna shoot again, it's gonna be the big one.
For 20 minutes I wait her out. They are nibbling on ground vines. One of the button bucks cavorts in the creek. I rest the bow on the bar across the front of my stand and watch the show. Finally the three smallest deer browse inside my 20 yard tree, and the big nanny reluctantly follows, slowly, step by step. I have deer in front of me at 5, 8, 15, and 20 yards, and then behind me 3 more at 60 yards. The doe is now right behind my 20 yard tree and making agonizingly slow steps, and her vitals slowly become exposed. She turns off a little, another perfect quartering away shot. Quickly I scan the deer in front of me. One is looking past my stand, two is feeding, three is scratching it's side with it's left back leg and the big nanny just turned her head away. Now! I smoothly draw, line her up, and let the pin settle. The arrow zips through her and sticks in the ground. She runs off 50 yards to the north, slows, wobbles, and crashes to the ground beside a downed tree.
Splash three!
The other deer in front of me scatter up the north slope. The deer 60 yards behind me are still clueless. MY heart is pounding in my chest from the continuous adrenaline rush. I can't take any more. There's no way I can shoot another deer. I don't even have the seat in my stand set up, so I hang the bow and lean against the tree letting thudding of my heart slowly fade. I nock another arrow but knowing it's ludicrous I unknock it again. I don't have it in me to kill another one. After 15 minutes I decide to climb down so I start whistling a tune, making noise, and humming to myself. There's no hunter here, I'm telling them, just a big oaf in a tree. The six, spike, and big doe watch me climb down an walk east to recover my first deer. A long night is in front of me...
I was hunting in the woods behind the back yard of an elderly lady who has Lyme's disease. I've seen deer in this yard or woods every single time I drive by, no matter what time of day it is. I have not hunted it this season, but last night decided to give it a try.
A limping doe watched me get out of the car. I picked up my bow and ranged the deer from the side of the house. 45 yards. There were people in the driveway two lots down so I decided it was best not to try for this deer, even though it was clearly injured. Probably a car.
So, I walked into the woods with my stand and it never let me get closer than 35 yards. Too far. Finally it grudgingly walked off.
As I climbed the tree several deer came in and busted me! Dang it!
After I got to altitude a couple of more deer came in, and there I am with my pack and bow on the ground. Arghhhhhh!
They backed off, but didn't spook.
I got the bow and pack up, hung the bow on the hanger I'd just screwed in, and hooked the pack to my stand. Facing the tree I put my camo top on, was about to put my camo bottoms on, and heard something behind me. Dang it! These deer will not leave me alone! They were back in to about 25-30 yards.
I'll show them.
Lifting my bow slowly off the hanger I nock an arrow and draw my bow with my body blocking the draw from the deer's view. Then I slowly pivoted in my stand 180 degrees at full draw. The deer have walked in another 5 yards and I pick a doe out of the pack and drilled her, just a wee bit back further back than I like. She ran off with half the deer and stopped about 60 yards out behind a screen of brush. The other half run past my stand and stop about 30 yards away. I see the does tail flicker a bunch of times and then stop. Sweet!
Splash one.
The big six pointer and spike didn't know what to think. All their does just ran off. Whut?
Slowly half of the remaining does filter back in. I'm at a loss why they want to be under my stand so badly. I have no corn feeder here. The two behind me hold firm. The six pointer jumps the creek and walks to within about 3 feet of my tree and is highly suspicious. He spooks back out to 10 yards and starts to calm down. The does are back inside 30 yards. I've got 6 deer within 30 yards of my stand, and my camo pants are still hanging on the rail of my stand! I decide to just go with it.
About that time Davehawk calls me! Oops! :D The six-point looks right at me! Fortunately, I have set the ring-tone on my iPhone to the sound of crickets, and after it does the "cricket-cricket-cricket" thing for a while the six loses interest.
Looking over my right shoulder I ID a doe now 20 yards out and facing straight away. I pivot, nock another arrow, make a quick check that the does behind me are not looking and draw. I patiently wait until the doe turns and is quartering away about 45 degrees. This is a dream shot. My pin finds her far shoulder and the arrow is away. It flashes into her and she runs off about 50 yards and stops, wobbles, and crashes. Down!
Splash two!
The six watches her run, and is not happy. The other does don't know what to think. There's another big doe hanging behind another house about 60 yards out. The six takes an interest in her and mosies over. He gets on her trail and his tail points straight out. He's rutting big time. They slowly circle each other in the woods about 60 yards to the west.
I nock a third arrow, but my heart is hammering in my chest. Whew. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Pivoting 180 degrees in the stand again I turn my attention back to the four does behind me, and they are about 30 yards away. Scrutinizing them it turns out to be a big nanny, two button bucks, and a fawn doe. I decide that if I'm gonna shoot again, it's gonna be the big one.
For 20 minutes I wait her out. They are nibbling on ground vines. One of the button bucks cavorts in the creek. I rest the bow on the bar across the front of my stand and watch the show. Finally the three smallest deer browse inside my 20 yard tree, and the big nanny reluctantly follows, slowly, step by step. I have deer in front of me at 5, 8, 15, and 20 yards, and then behind me 3 more at 60 yards. The doe is now right behind my 20 yard tree and making agonizingly slow steps, and her vitals slowly become exposed. She turns off a little, another perfect quartering away shot. Quickly I scan the deer in front of me. One is looking past my stand, two is feeding, three is scratching it's side with it's left back leg and the big nanny just turned her head away. Now! I smoothly draw, line her up, and let the pin settle. The arrow zips through her and sticks in the ground. She runs off 50 yards to the north, slows, wobbles, and crashes to the ground beside a downed tree.
Splash three!
The other deer in front of me scatter up the north slope. The deer 60 yards behind me are still clueless. MY heart is pounding in my chest from the continuous adrenaline rush. I can't take any more. There's no way I can shoot another deer. I don't even have the seat in my stand set up, so I hang the bow and lean against the tree letting thudding of my heart slowly fade. I nock another arrow but knowing it's ludicrous I unknock it again. I don't have it in me to kill another one. After 15 minutes I decide to climb down so I start whistling a tune, making noise, and humming to myself. There's no hunter here, I'm telling them, just a big oaf in a tree. The six, spike, and big doe watch me climb down an walk east to recover my first deer. A long night is in front of me...