I started out hunting with a PSE Spirit that my Dad bought me for Christmas when I was 12. My first season hunting was when i was 14. througout my high school years i shot at and missed 1 giant buck and multiple other does and smaller bucks. I actually connected with a 6 pt buck and a doe both in the season of my senior year, but i didn't recover either deer. I didn't even hunt for the 3 days following each shot, but walked the woods searching for them... during my college days drinking on the weekends took precedence over driving home to hunt( which i sometimes regret looking back), so i didn't spend any time in the timber from 2000-2005. 2006 i finally got permission to hunt a small patch of timber where i had moved to for my teaching job... saw some nice bucks, passed a shot at about 4 yards on a monster 8.. probably in the 140's, due to a bad angle and brush in the way. Finally in 2007, after upgrading to a Ben Pearson Diesel HD split limb shooting some Eastman 3 blade mechanicals i picke dup at wal-mart i connected on a doe. I had hunted well over 100 hours that season, and it wasn't until the Sunday after thanksgiving that i scored. I was sleeping on the couch at my parents house (my fiance rated the bed, and my parents wouldn't let us sleep in the same room). My little bro woke me up at 4 am and asked if i wanted to go hit up the timber. i figured it would be the last chance i had for awhile to hunt with him, so i stumbled off the couch and showered up. we hit a small patch of timber just about 5 minutes away from home. I remember it being very still, and just a bit foggy. There was a really heavy frost on everything, and the temps were upper 20's. i was glad i had my heavy coveralls and face mask with me. He hiked in to his stand and i hiked in to mine, a 15' ladder stand in a corner point of timber that stuck out into the cut cornfield behind me. I had not seen a single deer within 150 yards that year so far, despite the huge amounts of time i'd put in, so i was feeling pretty discouraged. Just as the sun was beginning to burn off the fog, the silence of the morning erupted into a huge amount of noise coming from off to my right. I stood up and looked out into the field to see not 1, not 2, but 8 does coming down the rows of stubble at a good clip. I grabbed my bow (with my hand warmer still in my hand, since i couldn't find my gloves), and waited. I drew as soon as they entered the timber 40 yards away and started picking openings. The lead doe turned towards me once she hit the main trail, so i let down to see where they were headed... when i was sure they were moving my way, i drew again and held for what seemed like an eternity as all 8 of those ladies trotted literally right to the base of my stand and circled up in the opening in front of me... talk about rags to riches... no deer all season, and now i had 8 to choose from. All does, so i picked out the one with the biggest body and centered my pin on the vitals... she was roughly 8 yards away, so when i shot i could barely hear a time delay between shooting and the impact of the arrow... She took off and the other deer scattered... if i hadn't been so pumped about finally connecting i could have shot another doe that stopped just about 10 yards off to my left, but she took off by the time i noticed her. Called up Dad to come help us track, but we didn't need to. That low-price broadhead sliced through 2 ribs on the way in, took out both lungs, and sliced through 1 rib on the way out. she made it less than 30 yards before she piled up.
come to find out these deer passed along the trail about 50 yards from my bros stand, heading at an angle away from me... He started meowing and hissing like a cat and growling like a dog at them, which spooked them out into the field and back into the timber right under my stand... totally gotta give my bro an assist on my first successful bow kill... I arrowed the buck in my profile pic the next year, but that one was all me.
have a pic, but not on this cpu, may post one later if i remember