This bow season I had a big old doe walk 40 yards from my stand. I took carefull aim and sent a 357 grain graphite arrow tipped with a 4 blade 90 grain muzzy smack right behind the shoulder in the sweet spot, and out the other side where it stuck in the ground a few inches. Nailed the heart, I couldn't have placed the arrow there with my hand any better. The big doe ran about 80 yards leaving a 3 foot wide bloodtrail. She bled compleatly out, when I field dressed her there wasn't a drop of blood present. I shoot a comfortable 58# bow and practiced hard all year to come to the end of that bloodtrail. It was the only opportunity I had all bow season. Practice and patience really does pay off. And I could go on to firearm season with the confidence of knowing all that money and time I spent on my bow wasn't for nothing. I believe I earned this deer. But I also believe this was Gods victory not mine, he made the deer, he watched over that deer and kept if fed, and he picked me to harvest it. Now my question, have you all had simmilar experiences? I mean just that one perfect harvest that you worked so hard for and got it? Let's hear about it! I always like a good uplifting post.

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