October 7, 2013
Well it was an interesting evening. The wife decided she wanted to go hunting with me, something she usually does once or twice a year. She likes to go early season when the weather is nice. We climbed in stand about 5:15, I strapped us both in with safety harnesses, and she sat and read on her I Pad while I watched for deer.
About 6:10 a doe came out in the corn stalks behind us about 300 yards and was eating in the field. About 6:25 a second doe joined the first one. About 6:35 two turkeys flew up to roost and scared the crap out of the wife. AS darkness was growing I was just about to start getting ready to leave when I spotted a doe coming down a mowed trail towards us. We settled in and watched as the doe walked into the small food plot we were hunting over, head down eating, and she stopped 15 yards broadside.
I released and watched as my arrow entered just behind the forward reaching front leg, and “CRACK!” there was a very loud strange noise and we watched as my lighted nock came back towards us. The deer spun to it’s left and darted off into the dense cover and timber.
My wife says “I’ve never seen an arrow come back out like that” I replied, “neither have I”. Then we gathered our stuff and climbed down to inspect the arrow. I walk over to where I can see my glowing nock in the grass and go to pick up the arrow to find, it isn’t there. It’s just the nock. I go to where the deer was standing to look for blood and while I’m inspecting the area, my wife finds my arrow lying about 8-10 ft to the right.
The first thing I notice is the arrow doesn’t have a broad head or the insert. The second thing I notice is there is dark red blood and hair about 6-7 inches up the arrow shaft. So whatever I hit, It hit with such force that at instant deceleration, it caused the nock to shoot out of the arrow shaft about 10 yards back towards me, and it shoved the insert and broad head, through the carbon shaft of my Gold Tip splitting the end of the arrow open. I’m guessing it hit bone of the opposite side leg.
And to make matters worse, I can’t find any blood. I looked on the ground where she stood. On the grasses where she entered the thicket, and I walked the main trail where she entered and never found a drop of blood. This was the first time my wife had ever been with me when I shot something. We were both pretty excited about that, but the excitement soon disappeared. We pulled out to resume the search in the morning…
Live to Hunt, Hunt to Live.