Guys a quick story from last friday.I went out with a friend in hopes of harvesting a nice buck,(two weeks ago I finally bagged my first ever deer with my bow, a nice 3 point). 5 pm rolls around and the does started moving and I remember my pal telling me "watch behind you, they come frome anywhere", well he did. A MASSIVE chocolate bar colored bone colered antlered 12.Huge! I plastered him at 11 yards, watched him run into really thick stuff and dissapear. After awhile, we both take up blood trail and after about 100-150 yards we lost it. We backed out till the next morning, still nothing, and Sunday rolled around and nothing. The depression cannot get any worse. I thought I put a good shot on him and as the days tick away, my dreams of holding a monster are ticking away with it. This sucks. GROMMEL. Boys, he was a beast! I`m gonna go cry!
I never have hit a big deer and lost it but I sure have missed my fair share. It sucks and everytime you think about it, it makes you want to puke. Stick with it. It happens to the best of 'em
Thanks a million, and I am absolutly sick not finding that deer is tearing me up but like you said it happens to every one, thanks again, grommel.
Thanks so much,its all I think about now, bowhunting, bowhunting, bowhunting. Now this, its killing me!
