Shot a buck today. This morning I shot him at 50 and hit low… like barely hit him. I was about to hike up to a cliff and jump the **** off.
Tried to catch up to him but couldn't.
This afternoon we went back out and were glassing. All of a sudden I went from "good" to "the poop man is here and I owe him money"
I grabbed my dude wipes and ran/walked about 100 yds behind a juniper. Did my paperwork and got back to the truck. I asked the guide if he had seen anything and he goes "you ready?" He had found my buck up on a hill about 800 yds away. We took off and got up to where we thought we could shoot but he had moved across the top of the hill. Walked for about 10 min and the guide goes "there he is!"
I look up and he's broadside, 100 yds out. Guide goes "this is all we're gonna get, if you want to wait we can try again tomorrow but we aren't getting closer today". I told him I didnt drive here to be a ***** and I could make the shot. I rolled my sight, told myself "you can do this. Watch the arrow hit him before you drop your bow arm"
I said a little prayer, drew back, and let it fly. Time slowed down to seemingly slow motion. Tbh, I had little hope. About halfway there I saw the arrow in the sun and thought "holy **** that actually looks decent!"
I couldn't see the arrow hit but I could tell by the way the deer reacted he was hit. The guide goes "you smoked him right in the neck". He ran about 15 yds and stopped behind a tree. Guide said it looked like arrow exuded near opposite side shoulder… must've been quartered to a bit. We backed out and waited a bit. Found my arrow, it was covered broadhead to nick in blood. trailed him about 200 yds and decided to back out till tomorrow. Gonna be a long night
