Well, it had been over 2 and a half months since I hunted last, an October 6th hunt that yielded a mature doe. With temps in the low 50's I figured that if I was going to make it out for another hunt this year, this would be a good day to do it. I had not seen any deer until just after sunset. I caught movement across the creek out in front of me. I grabbed the bow and waited to for the deer to come out from behind the big oak tree that blocked my view of the creek. After awhile, a small doe popped up on my side of the creek and trotted out to my right. She was followed by another doe, then another, and another…finally a buck was following behind. A little 5 or 6 pt I think. In all there were 7 deer and all of them were within bow range. Some were 20 yards, some 30. I tried to pick out the biggest doe out of the group, but struggled. Finally, one of the does stopped broadside at about 25 yards and was looking in my direction. I decided I may not have much time left to think about things so I drew back, settle my pin and let her rip. The deer all tore out of there, headed Northeast. . I saw one deer turn an come back to the West a bit. I hoped it was my deer. Light was fading fast so I immediately got down and found my arrow to assess the situation. It was covered in blood. I started to look for the blood trail and quickly found it. She bled well, with sprays of blood every 5 ft or so. Eventually I found her and she was indeed the deer that had come back my way. I thanked God for the chance to harvest her and thought about what I had accomplished this year. I normally hunt about 30 times throughout the season, and often times it is a battle to get a deer on the ground. This year, I hunted three times, and came away with two adult does. Pretty remarkable. I give all the glory to God for guiding me to the right spot at the right time.
My pursuit of a buck of a lifetime is much like the Chicago Cubs pursuit of a World Series...the season ends with a "wait til next year"