Great story with alot of meaning to it! It happens to all of us and the feeling you described is the epitome of a true bowhunter!

First Rate... I mean truly First Rate.

Thanks fellas...it really was a heckuva morning and the icing on the cake would have been finding that doe...to this day I'm still not sure what I did wrong and every time I pass through the area where I tracked her my gut begins to churn. Last time I was out turkey hunting the blaze orange tape I laid down on the last spot of blood is still there and I don't have the heart to pick it up! Thanks for the HRAOP Matt!

good story wolfen. you have a great writing style and a lot of good detail. i could see everything you described as if it were happening to me.

Great story! Only someone that has been in your shoes could understand just how that fill`s! Beleave me, There are quite a few hunters here that do undersand. And you have shown her great respect bye telling the story so well. That is what makes a good hunter great.

Thanks for sharing that with us!!! You really told it well!!

Guy's your absolutely right this story was well written and you could almost feel his pain ,I don't particularly like to read long stories but I was pretty wrapped up with this one .I'm sure if he had found his deer just about any bowhunting mag would have published his story for him .As I said before Wolfen it's a great story and keep up the good work .
I look forward to your next story.

nubo

I'm moving this back to the top because I'd like as many members to read it as possible.......the message is as good as it gets about the essence of bowhunting it's highs and lows ,rights and wrongs and why it means so much to us.

Wolfen68 your talents go far beyond "stick and string", or predator and prey. Few could narrate the events you described with such eloquence.

Though we make every effort to prevent loses, as you have articulated so well, like anything else in life, the world of the hunter is not a perfect one. In the stunning beauty of a fragrant rose cruel thorns still exist. Without rainy days "green pastures" are nonexistent.

Rare it is that an account of a lost deer does not bring the scorn of the "etiquette police". Not only do I salute the style and splendor of your well chosen words, I admire its integrity.

Great story and writing wolfen.I have felt the same pain before, yet couldn't put it into words as well as you did.I was captivated by your story and felt like it was me seaching,not to mention it's good to read someone write about a doe as beeing a trophy too.Thank you wolfen for the writing,it also has re kindled my hunting juices for this coming fallBill D>