When the true test came about in the stand, I guess I was lucky as hell. The morning hunt, at 9:00, a beautiful eight pointer came in at 25 yards. There was a tiny branch in front of me, but I thought I had plenty of room to clear it. When the arrow left the bow, my heart sank as my arrow veered off to the left from glancing the tiny branch and the 8 pointer went bounding off without a scratch. I sat there and stared at that branch for 45 minutes before I finally went and got a pole saw and cut that tiny branch off. I kept it to mount on my wall as this years trophy. Just as a reminder.
That evening, I went back to the same stand with little hope, but I had to. As I stepped onto the platform of the stand, I looked up and 50 yards away, through some brush, was the same 8 pointer. Standing there trying to figure what was making all that noise. Luckily enough for me, he had a doe in front of him that wanted to come into my food plot. He eventually followed her in and stood broadside at 20 yards (not where I cut the branch). I let fly and the arrow hit it's mark. The hit was a little farther back than I wanted, which made me a little nervous, and the 8 pointer bounded out about 40 yards, stood there and began to wobble. He made two more bounds and hell over.
The shot was a complete pass though which took out two ribs on entry and the liver. I was amazed at the instant blood trail from a liver shot. I watched the buck drop, so tracking was not an issue.
Needless to say, I am impressed with these broad heads and will stick with them for a while.
