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Originally Posted by Iowanian
I'm not a waterfowl guy at all, But it's confession time.
During the peak rut, I climbed in a good stand
Location at a travel corridor intersection for an afternoon hunt.
I had a hot doe in a creek bed and around me within 10 minutes Andy some small bucks chasing. A little while later I saw a doe trot out of some tall slough grass and behind her antlers above it. .if I saw those it was a shooter. I'd had a day dream of the perfect entrance of a shooter coming in from that direction, up wind and behind a tree so I could draw but given history assumed they'd would come another spot and through a gate.
Not today....the doe came in perfect and a tall 170ish 10 point with brow tines that were at least 10" follows. He goes behind the tree along the creek, up wind, looking at a doe and he stopped at 15 yards broadside with his front leg extended.....suicide. I let an my pink breast cancer G5 fly, he recoils and scampers 50 yards to a cluster of trees Andy begins to circle. I knew he was dead.
I texted my brothers to let them know I'd smoked a good one. 30 minutes later I get down to see if I have heart or lung blood.....and the only thing on the arrow is mud. I missed a complete layup. How it happened I cannot fathom. I'd put a mercy shot on one before that had been hit by a car or something and had a leg falling off....and it went 30 yards.
No idea how I missed the easiest shot I'd ever had at a good buck.
Salt in the wound, I got back in the tree with an hour And a half of light left, and he circled back behind me and stained at me from the same scrub tree I'd see no a monster a week before and couldn't do anything about it.
Stuff like that can make a guy ponder switching to late season muzzy.....
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ANYONE who bow hunts has multiple stories like this.
This season I had a nice mature buck coming down the trail I was hunting Nov 9th, right when the rut kicked off with that cold front hit us over that weekend. It was perfect. Saw a ton of action. Got in the stand about 2pm on that Friday, and about 4pm a nice probably 150-160 buck comes down the trail, very nice mature whitetail, would of been biggest I have ever killed with a bow, he comes down this trail, long story short, I'm hunting a tree line and he walks behind a bush, I draw, he comes into my shooting lane, I doe bleat at him, he stops looks at me gives me a almost perfect broadside shot at roughly 37 yards, no layup but im confident at that distance, hes looking for the doe bleat, I put the sight on his heart, shoot, arrow is going perfect for a forward center mass upper heart shot, arrow takes a sudden strange angle, hit a twig off a small bush, arrow loses a ton of velocity, angles into his back leg, he turns and runs off 15 yards later arrow pops out, he disappears, comes back into opening 20 minutes later no limp nothing hanging out eating like nothing happened. I was ready to jump out of the tree stand, you need 50 different things to all go perfect to kill a mature whitetail with a bow.