late afternoon, opening day of rifle season. other guys in the club thought I was crazy for bowhunting on the opening day of gun season.

ladder stand in an oak flat overlooking intersection of 2 trails. about 45 min before dark, 2 "does" came in crossing behind me from right to left, NOT where they were "supposed" to come from. As soon as they were directly behind me, with the tree hiding me from their view, I got up and turned around and grabbed my bow. Couldn't draw on them because the strap from my harness (before I changed to a Rock Climbing harness) was over my shoulder and preventing me from drawing. Slowly spun around so the strap was over my other shoulder and had to squat about halfway in order to draw. at this point they were about 25 yards, quartering away. I drew on the bigger doe, only to realize it was actually a 1-horn spike. Unfortunately for him I was already drawn and there was no going back. arrow entered right behind his last rib and exited around the far side front shoulder. ran about 50yds and piled up.

none of the other guys in the club even saw a deer that day, much less killed one.


Isaiah 5:20