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Listen up, my fellow 'boardies, to my tale of woe.....

Went on a morning hunt today. PERFECT weather. Frost, clear night sky, Orion smiling down on me, gentle S/W breeze.

I hunt on the ground, in a ghillie suit. I had a deadfall log, that I sit on that's about 40 yards slightly uphill from a corner where a woods, timbered fence row/drainage ditch, and two picked cornfields all meet.

I still hunt my way to the log as it gets light, QUIETLY sit down, lay my bow with the arrow still in the single Skookum quiver down on the log in front of me, and then cautiously remove my fanny pack and set in on the ground. I then look up, and a nice 8 pointer, with about a 15"+ spread, is walking up the hill right towards me at about 30 yards. He stops, and looks at me. After a bit, he figures that I'm just a big, ugly bush, and keeps right on coming.

CURSES!!!! I already know, that because I DON'T yet have an arrow knocked, and that I'm also not holding the bow, that there's NO WAY I'm getting a shot. He continues coming, and then makes a right turn behind a tree, at about TEN YARDS, still angling toward me. If I HAD the darn bow in my hands, THAT would have been the time to draw, as his head was completely covered for about 5 seconds. He then walks to my right, looks my way. Does the lip curl, and then stands there for a minute or so. I'm expecting him to "bust" me any second...but no. He eventually just ambled off the way he came, none the wiser. Later I estimated him to have been about TWENTY FEET from me at that point.

But wait....THERE'S MORE!

10 minutes later, I see another deer, which I thought to be a doe, coming into my corner of the woods from the cornfield. As it gets closer, I can see that it's a spike. He comes up the hill, again looking right at me, unawares, and turns in front of a tree at 15 yards. I draw. As he comes out from the tree, I take my shot.

Now.......I must have shot close to 10,000 arrows since last season. In my back field, my neighbor's woods, 3-D shoots, etc. The inside 20 yard shot I can do standing on my head, with my buddies telling me dirty jokes. I mean, this is MY shot. The one I dream of. I'm right handed, and he's offering me a 15 yard, broadside shot, moving to my left.

Dead deer.....right?

WRONG!!!!!!!!

I shot TWO @#$%&*&^))!! FEET over his back!
I DIDN'T PICK A SPOT!!! [:@]




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