etacker13
FNG
Well…to start things this was my first year hunting and my first year with a bow last year. Didn't get a chance to hunt the early season due to the season ended when I picked up my bow. For the next two months I had been spending about 2 hours a day shooting my bow. Which little did I know would end up paying off greatly in the end. Anyways, I had been hunting an area where these deer where using this trail to travel from a feeding area to a bedding area. The first 4 days of the season every morning and evening hadn't seen a deer move, heard a branch break. It was nothing but squirrels and Stellar Jays. Previous to all this my buddy who had been hunting since he was 12 kept telling me about buck fever, as much as I tried to understand and said I understood what buck fever was like, I truly couldn't comprehend until what happened next. The 5th morning down there in the morning nothing, I am getting a little upset as my game camera had been down there for months and deer had been usually moving throughout the morning and evening. Well head down to the spot about 3pm its time to sit and wait….hour goes by nothing. Then in a blink of an eye it all changes. I see a spike coming through and thinking okay I am not about to eat tag soup. Nock the arrow sitting heart beating out of my chest getting ready to stand up and go to full draw when….I look back and there he is the biggest buck that had been working the area. A nice little forky. Now all hell breaks loose as the last 2 months I have been watching him on camera dreaming of him. Now my breathing goes to hell, can feel my heart beat from my head to my toes. What feels like hours is only minutes, he walks through the starts scrapping the ground and stops. He looks down hill, I stand up come to full draw trying not to shake trying to control my breathing, I can't. Top pin just behind his shoulder only 14 yards on ground level separated me and him, in my mind thinking this is why I had been practicing, release. Arrow flies. I hear a thwack. Deer busts side hill. I sit and listen, going crazy emotions running through my body that I can't control. Then sounds like I hear a small tree crash. Listen a few more minutes and nothing. Finally decide to get up and track. Find my arrow covered in blood, I know it's a good shot. Follow the trail he went only too look up to find him 40 yards from my initial shot. Happiness, sadness, and thankfulness all emotions going through my head . After cleaning look at the lungs to find a double lung shot. And thats my first deer story, truly can understand now, "Buck Fever".
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