Frosty morning felt good. A calm and quiet walk in lead to a beautiful serenade from a group of barred owls. I was in the climber 1 hour before daylight. I had high hopes. I had seen the wide 9 point the morning before, but he spooked when he caught me trying to draw my bow. This Morning would be different, I would sit over the same trail and wait as the tall horned beauty took his morning stroll back to bedding. Well, the time came and went, a beautiful sunrise with bald eagles and cranes but no buck. At 8am, I decide to do a blind call. The river should keep anything from circling down wind. I tip over the can and wait, two more time I tip the can in 45secs. I hit the grunt call once, twice, three times for good measure and put it away. I'll wait another hour then climb down if nothing shows. Wait...footfalls...and they are in a hurry. Looking south I see the wide 9. He's not wasting any time getting to the source of that call. He come in quick as if on a string as he crosses the ravine and tops the other side I send a spitfire through his heart. He Takes off down the hill at about 100 yards he piles up. This weekend, I went from the lowest of lows to the highest of highs. So to all my bowhunting brothers and sisters, stay patient, stay persistent and learn from every moment.
Stick with it boof. It only takes 5 seconds to change everything. I've put in over 18 stand hours this month.
