Got out with my son this morning. He had his muzzleloader and I my bow. Set up about 100 yards apart. Got out around 8:30 am and by 10 am I saw three deer coming in from where my son was sitting. I thought that was odd he didn't shoot. I grabbed my bow because one was ok sized the other two looked like year and half old does. I watched them mill around out of range. I had my hopes up for the larger of the three, but as it finally got within 30 yards I could clearly see two bumps on it's head. A button buck. So I let it go, one of the other deer already took a 90 degree turn form my postion and was heading away from me. I had lost track of the third one. A miute or two later I see it just 20-25 yards from my stand its head is down behind a small tree, but its vitals is in the opening. I aim and release. The deer takes off and stops about 20 yards from where I shot at it. I can't see my arrow, but the deer is already wobbling. It runs another 20 or so yards and I see it pile up. I though cool a good eating doe to finish out the season.
I got my cell out and called my son. "Hey, did you see anything"? He says "Yeah three button bucks about 10 minutes ago". I groaned, "all three. Are you sure"? "I thought the two smaller ones were does". He said he was not 100% sure, but they passed right in front of him so he let them go. We generaly don't shoot the buttons. As I was trying to put the cell back in my pocket I saw one of the smaller deer return. It, and I swear to you guys I'm not making this up, appeared to me like it was looking for the other deer. He caught my moving around and took off.
Got down and found my arrow. Clean pass trhough. Good blood trail and sure enough it was a button buck. In fact I'm pretty sure I know which ones cause on of the does this year had twin buck fawns. I saw them early October when she had them in tow.
The winds really started picking up and my son did want to continue with hunt. Tomorrow is going to be miserable with 40-50 mph gusts so we is not going out. He has one more real shot and that is the last Sunday of ML.
I was glad to get a deer, and the shot was a textbook double lung at 20 - 25 yards, but had I taken a little more time and did a better job of identifying my deer I would have gone home empty handed and "probably" gladly so. I am feeling a little guilty cause I know I should have let this one walk, and the way the other twin came back, man that kinda got to me.
I don't know maybe I am giving too much credit to the critters.
My son had the patience and maturity to let them walk.
Veni, Vidi, Sagittam Mittere, now I'm ready for my nap