At about 4:30 this evening a mature doe gave me a slight quartering away shot at 30 yards. Since one of my archery tags must be used on a doe and craving deer meat like a pregnant woman craves pickles or something, i decided to harvest her. I slowly drew back settled my 30 yard pin a few inches behind her right shoulder and released she jumped, ran 10 feet then stoped started to dothe old hind legwooble dance and went down. The arrow took out both lungs and the top of her heart. It's my frst deer with my defender so i had to put a little blood on the grip to christen her.
Ahh their aint nothing like the feeling of a good clean harvest.