Well this morning I had a successful hunt and managed to shoot a doe at 7:15 AM. The wind was perfect and so was the weather. There was a light fog that was just beginning to lift as I shot her. The story for this deer goes back to last weekend when I was on my Sunday evening hunt. I had a doe and two fawns come by my stand, but pass just out of my shooting range. They wandered off, but about 30 minutes later the two yearlings came running back without mom. I figured that she had possibly been shot by one of the neighboring properties. After sitting in stand for another 30 minutes, I see a doe off to my right, and it was the same doe I'd seen before but she had an arrow in her that had hit far back and had very little penetration. I felt bad, but she didn't offer me a good shot and I wasn't about to risk taking a poor shot that would injure her further. Fast forward to this morning, and I see her and her two fawns slowly enter into the pasture in front of me. One of the fawns was so close to the foot of my ladder stand that I could have spit on it. After the fawns had grazed around in front of me, the doe decided it was safe to come on down. I let my arrow go at about 17 yards and heard the wonderful smack that meant I'd connected. She took and I couldn't really see where she'd ran because of all the foliage still on the trees, but I was confident in my shot and got down and checked my arrow. My arrow was covered in bright red blood with some noticeable bubbles, but just to be safe I backed out and went to eat breakfast with my Dad. We made our way back up, only to realize that our blood trail was now going to be a little more difficult to follow because the frost was beginning to melt equaling similar conditions as a rain. After a short track job, we found her in a creek about 50 yards from where I had shot her. I guess she just didn't have enough left in her to make the jump across it. After dragging her out, I noticed that it was indeed the doe I had seen with the arrow in it the previous weekend, because she had nearly a 3-inch hole in her from where the rage broadhead had connected with her the first time. I must say I am very glad to have shot her, because otherwise she may have suffered a slow painful death if the gut shot would have resulted in an infection. I double-lunged her just as a side-statement. Sorry for the long story, here's some pics of her. Enjoy! and here's a pic of the hole that was left in her from the neighbor that shot her last weekend
Brandon, looks like you couldnt have hit her any better fine shooting bro! Thats a good looking Doe you have there. congrats!!
Congrats!! Makes you wonder what your neighbors set-up is to only get 3" of penetration into the guts....?
I know what you're saying. My slick trick cut through her like a hot knife through butter and still stuck about 5 or 6 inches into the ground. Even with a large cutting diameter you should get a lot better penetration than that.
Awesome job, Brandon! That's being a credit to the word "bowhunter" right there! That wound was gonna get nasty!
Congratulation's Brandon, awesome!! Thanks for the text, I like those kind!! I couldn't believe It when you texted me and said this doe was gut shot the week before! Never In my life have I heard of a gut shot deer living that long. Where In the guts was she hit anyway?
Did neighbors shot in the guts stink as (in smell). His shot looks like it hit low How is the meat? Any good? Congrats on a fine Doe Great shot.
Great job Brandon and that's not a "long" story. It paints the picture and tells it like it is. Well done, good pictures Congratulations.
The shot was pretty far forward in the guts and was probably pretty close to hitting the liver but apparently missed because the doe was still alive. None of the waste had leaked out of the gut sack inside of her though, until we threw her on the 4-wheeler to haul her a little ways away and field dress her.
