My bro and I start to glass and find a forky and a spike across the canyon. He heads over to them and starts a stalk. He gets to about 45 from the forky when the spike heads right for him. The spike gets to about 10 yards and does not like the look of him and goes back up the hill. The forky heads up some and my brother shoots only to have his arrow hit the log in front of the buck, he shot short and they both take off up the mountain. He comes back and we glass more only to see nothing. We head out to go back to camp and on our way out drive by the draw the buck ran into, just in case. Well I stop and start glassing into the bowl and wouldn't you know it, he is standing down the mountain eating away on some shrubs!
I get over to his ridge and start to walk down the ridgeline. I get to my spot and start to go down the hill towards him. I could not have asked for a better wind, it was 930 and the wind was hitting my hard and in the face. I look over at my bro and he says he is down and over to my right some. I slowly creep and just get to a bush and catch movement directly below me. I see a deer step from behind a bush, walk away from me and stop to eat on another shrub. I pull up the bino's to see the fork and range him, once, twice and three times just to make sure. Do a quick math deduction for the steep declining shot, draw back, relax and release. What seemed like three seconds, I hear my arrow hit and the buck take off down the hill, but I see a red patch mid body, but it looked low. I start to worry, that my math was off and it hit too low.
We give him an hour and go find my arrow............I pull it up and see green guts and smell it to only smell gut..........my heart sinks! the worse feeling overcomes me and I am sick!!! My brother says, do not worry I bet he only went 80 yards, he was quartering away, you had to hit some vitals!
We take a few steps more and behind some buck brush I see hiim laying..........a huge sigh of relief falls over me and I give my brother a big hug! Been a few seasons since we killed something together.
I turn back and range the tree the buck was at 73 yards! My bro, had a good guess!
I get over to his ridge and start to walk down the ridgeline. I get to my spot and start to go down the hill towards him. I could not have asked for a better wind, it was 930 and the wind was hitting my hard and in the face. I look over at my bro and he says he is down and over to my right some. I slowly creep and just get to a bush and catch movement directly below me. I see a deer step from behind a bush, walk away from me and stop to eat on another shrub. I pull up the bino's to see the fork and range him, once, twice and three times just to make sure. Do a quick math deduction for the steep declining shot, draw back, relax and release. What seemed like three seconds, I hear my arrow hit and the buck take off down the hill, but I see a red patch mid body, but it looked low. I start to worry, that my math was off and it hit too low.
We give him an hour and go find my arrow............I pull it up and see green guts and smell it to only smell gut..........my heart sinks! the worse feeling overcomes me and I am sick!!! My brother says, do not worry I bet he only went 80 yards, he was quartering away, you had to hit some vitals!
We take a few steps more and behind some buck brush I see hiim laying..........a huge sigh of relief falls over me and I give my brother a big hug! Been a few seasons since we killed something together.
I turn back and range the tree the buck was at 73 yards! My bro, had a good guess!