After 2 days of 65 degree temps., I thought it would be a good reason to blow off my morning hunt and RAKE LEAVES. Having the day off doesn't always mean hunting....unfortunately!
After spending part of the morning and part of the afternoon cleaning up the leaves , I wasn't sure if the short sleeve weather would be good for deer movement. But, Hey....It's my day off.
After the kids got off the bus, I headed to the woods and told my wife I'd be home at dark, never expecting to see a deer moving in this weather.
I got into my stand at 4:30 and the acorns were dropping in the 2 trees surrounding the pine tree I was in. One of the nuts hit me square on the head. Boy, that really hurt. I didn't hear any other nuts falling from any other tree within ear shot , so I figured I had the dinner table right under me.
At 6:15 a fawn came down the hill to my left and began to feed on the acorns. Close behind was mamma. A big mature, very cautious doe.
I'm not sure what got her attention , but in less than a minute she was on alert and stomping the ground in starring in my direction. I was already on my feet and had clipped my release to the loop , just waiting for a shot when this started.
For 15 minutes she stomped the ground and starred toward the tree I was in. I didn't know if it was me or not that had her so nervous. Meanwhile, junior could have cared less. He was content eating the nuts 10 yards in front of me.
My arms started to feel the fatigue of holding my GT500 at a ready to draw position. 15 minutes of that will make you want to cry.
I thought momma had had enough and she turned to head uphill from wher they came. I sat down and relaxed my arms, finally. I stood in the same position all that time.
Then, mom must have descided she wanted some of those acorns anyway. She started turning down hill, but walking away slightly. This doe WAS going to give me a shot afterall. At 26 yards she stepped past a tree into a shooting lane. I stayed seated. Drew my bow.....but CRAP , I can't get the sight moved on her. MY ARROWS WERE TANGELED IN A BRANCH I cut for a shooting lane. Well, I'm thinking all the noise the nocks are making banging on this branch will send the doe into the next county.
I slid to the right on my seat and got clear of the branch. Low and behold the doe's head is down and she's eating.................her last supper.
I anchored. I didn't have any time to judge the new distance , but figured between 25 and 30. I held my 20 yard pin a little high over the crease behind her shoulder. When I hit the release it seemed like she disappeared. I heard her run a few seconds and fall in the leaves. She turned back up hill and out of my sight ,so I didn't know what had happened.
When I got to my arrow , it was covered in blood. 30 yards away lay the doe. The shot was right behind the shoulder. A 10X shot.
When you shoot a bow like the GT500, those iffy distances don't matter.
I'm thrilled to have one of these bows.