After a mornings unsuccessful hunt Jeff saw this nice doe walking the edge of a cornfield. After stalking this animal for some time, it presented itself at about 47 yards, so Jeff put his 50 yard pin on the whitetails vitals and released the string of his PSE Durango. The animal bolted with lightening speed into the corn where it soon expired.
DAY 1
It was a weekend packed with bow hunting, just before our big trip out west for Mule deer. Jeff, Mark and I headed out to our land late on a Friday afternoon. We all headed right for our tree stands after a short conversation. I was having an uneventful night, just as the nightfall approached so did the rain. I decided to climb down from my tree and proceeded to wait for Jeff to return from his stand. After waiting some time in the cold rain Jeff showed up. He came over excited telling me about his hunt, he said he had hit one and we needed a flashlight to go look for it. After gathering up Mark we headed for the truck and started our tracking adventure. Jeff had claimed a vital shot, so we expected a quick recovery. After the initial blood trial in the rain, we soon had trouble finding the trail, after some time we picked it back up and were on our way into a deep wooded ravine. After going about half way into the steep sloping edge of the ravine we recovered the animal, a nice doe, not exactly shot through the vital.
DAY 2
Early Saturday morning we awoke to a deathly quiet dark new day. We all proceeded back to our stands of the previous evening. After a couple hours of nothing, I spotted some movement about 75 yards from my stand. A small 7 pointer came out onto an old logging road in front of me. After watching it graze on some natural vegetation for a few minutes it proceeded to walk right towards my tree stand. To my surprise it had not spotted me yet, and it was my intention to keep it that way. As he proceeded to come my way I prepared myself for the shot. At about 20 yards he began to turn to my right towards a small puddle of fresh rainwater from the previous nights rainstorm. He slowly cautiously began to drink as I pulled back and carefully aimed my PSE Thunderbolt and released my AFC carbon arrow tipped with a deadly thunderhead 100. Instantly he darted into the woods toward Jeff's stand, but he never made it that far. The thunder head had done a wonder full job penetrating the shoulder and obliterating the lung, he expired within 80 yards. It was a weekend of bow hunting to remember.
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