I had a really good hunt today. I went out about 10 AM with the intent to scout out a big area and try to find sign to set up on and hunt for the evening. I decided to take the Northern Mist Longbow with Douglas Fir arrows. This was planned to just be a fun day out hunting. No pressure. While I was getting my gear together at the truck another hunter pulls up and we get to talking. He is a young guy and really nice. He sees my longbow and Packseat and we get to talking. He hunts off the ground a lot too and I suspect he will be buying a Packseat pretty soon, lol.
While he and I are talking another truck pulls up and we introduce ourselves to the new guy. He is a really nice, friendly guy and we all talk for a while. It was really nice to meet some nice folks out on public land. I really helps to dispel that stereotype that everyone out there is just out for themselves.
After a while we conclude our roadside discussions and the young man leaves.
I decide to scout into the wind, which is out of the Northwest at about 10 to 15 miles per hour. That wind noise will help me slip around. I trek around for about an hour heading Northwest and end up soft bumping three does out of a fallen treetop. They don't blow, they just trot off to the East, Southeast. I quickly drop down and make some soft hen clucks and start raking some leaves. Hopefully they buy my turkey impersonation.
I let them get a little way off and then quickly and as quietly as possible scout the little area out. Nearby are three large white oaks and there is pretty good ground disturbance under them. I don't see any acorns or poops. Those deer were here for some reason. Best not to overthink it.
I quickly set up the Packseat and settle in behind the root ball of a long dead tree. I am up against a couple of saplings and feel a bit exposed, but it is what it is, This is around 2:20 PM. At 3:15 I catch a glimpse of a doe coming in from the North West about 70 yards out. She is heading parallel to me, and I am kicking myself because I can guarantee she will go through a little pinch I just found about 200 yards to my rear made of two upturned tree's root balls. I almost set up there.
So, about 4:30 I heard a squirrel in the leaves over my right shoulder, over the log. I slowly turn and see the grey body of the squirrel against a sapling. But strangely, the squirrel I am seeing quickly morphs into the foreleg of a lone doe at about 20 yards. I feeze. It is looking at me. I quickly break any eye contact and close one eye trying my best to blend into this little tree. After what seems like a week the deer goes back to doing whatever it was doing. There is no way to get a shot from this angle. None. So, I wait. To my delight the doe starts making her way forward and passes my vantage point behind the root ball of the tree. I slowly shift position a little to try and square up to where she will be and I bring the bow up. She pops out from behind the root ball and walks behind a white oak. I draw back.
At this point I realize she has stopped and only her head is poking out and she sees something. I am at full draw. I slowly start letting down a little. She starts moving ahead again and steps out. At this point she graciously turns her head away and I draw back and try and pick a spot. I release.
I see the white fletching of the arrow fly perfectly out and right in front of her chest. I mean I bet it shaved a few hairs. The elevation was perfect. She stood stock still until the arrow hit the ground behind her. A clean miss!
She then bounded off a few yards and I could tell she was nervous. She did not freak out though and wandered off behind a nearby clump of bushes. After about 10 minutes she started slowly making her way back but only got in to about 20 yards before two other does behind her bounded off, causing her to depart with them.
After dark I went over and found my arrow buried up in a rotten log. I managed to free the shaft in one piece but the Grizzly broadhead is still in the log. I marked it and I will come back later to retrieve it.
What a day! What a fun hunt! I'm always thankful for a clean miss if I can't get a direct hit.
PS, today was the first day trying out the new Kenai chest holster. I have to say I love it. I could hardly tell I was carrying a full size 10mm. Those hogs better be on their best behavior from now on.