After I made her go night-night, of course!

My son has probably watched more deer hunting videos than most of his friends have watched Barney and Wiggles videos put together. Honest to goodness, his third word he spoke after "Mommy" and "Daddy" was "deer."

We went through a phase for several months where we would go get him out of his crib and he would start saying "deer... deer." He wanted to watch his deer videos so bad; I have no idea where he got that from.

Well, I was looking in the freezer a couple days ago and noticed we were starting to get extremely low on deer meat, so I decided to take the next mature doe which presented a good shot. I had already passed on several hoping that one of them would be leading a good buck past me, but it's just too darn early in the season for that to happen. I decided to go ahead and put one in the freezer because it won't be too much longer and that will start happening.

I got to my stand about three, and after a thirty minutes or so I grunted several times in all directions to see if I could pull anything out of the corn behind me or from the brush around me. About five minutes later, a nice little button buck came out to investigate the source of the sound, and ended up bedding down about 18 yards in front of me for almost an hour. He got up and walked past at about six yards, and I finally had a group of five come through, with a spike leading four does.

After determining there were no wallhangers laying back in the shadows, I drilled this one at 26 yards, the last of the group to come through. I will have to say I was extremely disappointed at the blood trail left by the 100-grain Muzzy. This is the first deer I've ever shot with anything other than a Rocket Aerohead, and I've been spoiled by the incredible blood trails left by those heads. The muzzy entered the doe in front of her left hip and blew out in the middle of her right side for a complete pass-through. The arrow itself was covered with bright red blood, but beyond that, there was none... and I mean none. None where she was standing, none along the route she ran, none where she fell. Luckily, I was able to watch her run the first 40 yards or so after the shot, and I found her by going to the spot I last saw her and scanning ahead.Isaw her white bellyanother 50 yards or so beyond that.

Hmmm... look like the linking to imagestation isn't working right now; I'll see if I can get the pics up soon.