I rattle. Again I rattle. Oh, oh...here comes one. Closer. Slowly closer. He's 30yds & closing/ I can see him drooling. He's grunting, looking. He appears to be an 8pt. It took forever before I could draw my Dale Dye recurve. I shoot. There he goes with a lot of arrow sticking out. No penetration. I look, and look, and look. No luck.

Fast forward 3 weeks later. Mid December. Same area. This time sitting on a rock rather than in a tree. Hear noise. Oh, oh...here comes one. Can't see it. Only hear it. There he is and it's a nice buck. Suns in my eyes. He's 18yds away. I let the Kustom King arrow fly aiming right for his starboard side lung area. He scrambles & turns inside out. I can't see for the sun. There he goes. I get up and look. And look. Wait. the blood is not on the ground but sprayed across that huge rock. Now how did it get there. I'm confused. I give him time and get my 2 buddies. "I hit one," I say. "Where?" they ask. "Lungs," I say. "Starboard side".

300 yards later we find him and he is thesame 8pt I shouldered 3 weeks earlier.

Where did I hit him you ask?

Port side femeral! I still don't know how! []

Now every time I get one they ask, "Where did ya hit 'em"!