November 10, 2013.
I made it back out on Sunday after noon. Another beautiful fall day the 25 MPH winds we had on Saturday had finally mellowed. I was walking in to the stand we call the killing stand, when I busted a bedded doe in a small CRP field. I walked on to my stand, and just as I was about to start climbing, another deer, which I never did see, busted from some thick willows about 40 yards from my stand. At this point I'm thinking this is going to be a waste of time, but I climb up in my stand anyways. I hang my bow on a hook and my quiver on a nail, and I'm standing facing the tree, attempting to get the strap from my safety harness out when I hear something, and turn around and see a 6 point walking out of a trail into my little food plot right towards me. He walked by at about 12 yards and went down another trail that goes south of my stand over my left shoulder. 3 deer, and I haven't sat down yet.
So I finally get settled in and I hear something go through the creek that is 80 yards north of me, but where this stand is located, I can't see that far. I basically have a 25 yard circle cut out in front of me. with two mowed trails running into it, one from the south the other from the west, and an open corn field to my back in the east. Other than that I am surrounded by dense stands of willows and cotton woods. A little later I again hear something in the creek, and a few minutes later a button buck emerges from the creek direction out into the corn field behind me. I watch him mull around for a while when all of a sudden he jumps and runs off. I'm not sure why, but when I look there is a doe standing in the mowed trail to the west. She was very cautious, entered the edge of my shooting area, and while I was prepared to shoot her, she never offered me a good angle, and wondered off down the trail north away from me towards the creek.
About 15 minutes has gone by, and I can hear what I presume is that doe over towards the creek, when all of a sudden I hear something over my left shoulder on the south trail. Without moving my head I can see out of the corner of my eye that there is a deer standing at the edge of the food plot. At about that time it took off on a trot in a direct line towards where that doe had just gone, I saw that it was a nice buck, drew as he passed under a limb, bleated as he cleared and he stopped broadside at 20 yards. I told myself to focus on the spot not the pin, and breathing out I touched the trigger on my release and watched as my G5 tipped arrow melted into his side. He jumped and took off down the trail east into the willows disappearing from my sight. It was so calm and the leaves were crunchy that I could hear him as he went down the trail, then I heard what sounded like a crash into the trees. I waited about half hour, climbed down to find my blood soaked arrow stuck into the ground just behind where he stood and locate a good blood trail going down the path. While I thought I heard him crash, I decided to back out, give him a little time. So I went down the road to my brothers house and enlisted a little help and came back later.
About 3 hours later I returned with my brother. We picked up the blood and it was easy to follow. Turns out he only went about 50 yards and was piled up in some willows right where I thought I had heard him crash.
Live to Hunt, Hunt to Live.