September 09, 2013 at 9:41am
This morning I sat in a sweet gum in a funnel between a pond and a house. A cool 57 degrees was just right. The wind kept shifting from north to south probably due to a hill to each side and one in front a hunted yards ahead. I like the north wind because it carries my scent over the pond. About a hour in a doe and two fawns came by to the right but the doe stayed behind the cover of the trees. I settled my 20 yard pin on one of the little ones but let down slowly. The bigger doe never presented a shot. My buddy a few hundred yards away was itching to leave around 9. We were texting back and forth and I was going to get down and walk to him. As I stood and placed my pack on the seat and returned my arrow to the quiver that was hanging from the side of the tree, not even trying to be quiet or stealthy, I caught some movement and the deer were returning from the direction they had gone earlier. I grabbed my bow and nocked an arrow. I drew just as they disappeared again. They had pass by me at ten yards and I was not prepared. I sent my friend a text that three were headed down the creek to him. I grabbed my grunt call and removed the barrel to move the O-ring to fawn. Four or five bleats and I readied myself. Not 20 or 30 seconds had passed and they were approaching quickly. While the biggest stepped into an opening I tried to imitate a bleat. She stopped and I released. She had stopped thirty yards from the tree when I shot. The arrow stuck her and she made two leaps then stopped again, began to sway and fell.