Saturday morning was a perfect morning, it was calm, dry and in the low 40's when I headed out to my stand at 5:15am.
Once strapped andsettled in stand, I gave my arrowa good luck kiss before settling it into the whisker biscuit andnock.
As the morning started to break I noticed how quiet the outdoors could be, a falling leafsounded like an explosion when hitting the forest floor.
I knew this would be the morning.
The sun rose, I could see a light coating of frost on the golden brown leaves that covered the earth below.
All of the sudden I was brought back to realityby the crashing of leaves and the sound of something running, slowly turning to my right and lifting my bow, my eyes wide as saucepans gazed upon 2 large squirrels chasing each other.
After putting my heart back in my chest I sat back down and started laughing to myself and thought if I was squirrel hunting It would have been 2 deer.
Ikept myself amusedfor another 2 hours watching a total of 6 squirrels run aroundand screaming at each other when I heard more leaves rustling behind me. I thought more squirrels. I turnedto looked just to be sure.
Without a second glance I raised my bow, drew the string back, took an extra split second to go thru my mentalchecklist and sent the 75 grain muzzy on its way.
I saw the arrow disappear just behind his shoulder. He turned around and ran the way he came from, 15 seconds later I heard him crash.
Iradioed my buddy Dougand told him I just shot a 3 pointer and I was pretty sure he was down. Doug told me not to get down yet andwait a while to be sure.
I spent the next 30 minutes in my standmentally marking the spot where I shot the buck and the last spot I saw him.
I then decided to see if I could spot my arrow and was disappointed when I could not so I leaned out a little further to the left whenI got busted by a doe that snorted at me 4 times before taking off.
After what seemed like an eternity I got down and went over to where I had shot him, plenty of blood but no arrow, I thought a 20 yard shot from my Mathews SQ2 should have gone right thru. It did, I found the arrowembedded in the ground, blood all over it and the fletchings.
We followed the blood trail for 40 yards or so, there he was in between a couple of deadfalls. My first buck with a bow!
The entrance hole was a little farther back than I thought but it turned out to be a slight quartering away shot that caught the lungs.
Sorry the picture is not that good, it wastaken with a cell phone camera. The pictureand score of 49 have been posted on the score card.