lovethebigguns

What a depressing night...

Let me set the story up for ya...During gun season last year I had what would've been the biggest buck of my 21 years of hunting take off running out of the thicket 40 yards from my treestand while I was walking to my stand. I saw him one more time that season at 335 yards and with a muzzle loader that's pretty tough to pull off. I hunted him during late bow season to no avail. Good news is, on a January rabbit hunt I saw him and my buddies saw him in February coyote hunting (and named him "that tall racked buck") so I know he survived. This year they planted corn in the field and it completely blocks the stand. There is no way in hell I can get to it until they pick the corn. Much to my pleasure they picked the corn last weekend. I went back there Tuesday evening to make sure my stand was still ok, and by this point I am so wired up about hunting this spot for the first time this year that I seriously had a frickin dream that night about killing that buck this weekend! I have been SO pumped to get out there this weekend. This weekend the bucks should be in full rut and this beast is going come out and I'm gonna tear him up! WHOOOO HOOO!!!

So last night I'm in the barn shooting my ole trusty Mathews LX. Me and this bow go back. I've killed deer with it every year since I bought it. I've been in 2 indoor spot leagues with it and countless 3-D tournaments. I know it's not the best, newest thing on the market, but the confidence I have in this bow simply can not be bought. I know that everytime I pick it up, unless I have a brain fart I will hit my mark whether it be a pepsi lid my son put on my target at 20 yards or last years 10 pointer at 42 yards. My wife says I'd sleep with this bow if she wasn't around!

Let me get to my point...so I'm in the barn shooting and I go to strap my bow in the case to put her to bed for the night and I noticed that the day before my 3 day weekend to kill "that tall racked buck" my top limb is splintered and a 1/8" wide by 6" long piece is sticking straight up instead of contouring down to the riser.

Boys I gotta tell ya, I'm a big man, but I almost cried...

I know a lot of y'all may be saying, "big deal, just get limbs or buy a new one"...I know that...but it's gonna be damn tough for me to get any of that done and be in a tree READY TO HUNT tomorrow.

The thought also crossed my mind that I'm damn lucky it didn't break on me and rip my frickin face off too.

I'll end up with a new bow, possibly later on today... but I'm gonna miss her...and probably most of all, that confidence.