It was sunday morning, just after the first week of shotgun season. Eager to start my hunt I awoke long before the dawn. Making the necessary preparations. I was on my way.
The rain had started somtime early in the morning, making for a cool start. After climbing into my stand and sitting a short while, I decided to move to another stand. Traveling a small distance, I again made my climb upward. Taking a comfortable seat about twenty feet above ground. I began to wait. The time was now 9:00 a.m.
A hour wait into my hunt I could hear voices in the distance Maybe it ws bird hunters. The calls began to get louder. Apparently, I was not the only creature paying attention. A large buck began making his way through the timber. Heading in my direction, the excitement began.
As the buck approached at a fast trot, he began to head to the open field. Just where I wanted him. While still at a fast walk and angled away from me, I took the shot. Placing the arrow alittle far back. Do to the angle it done the job. He traveled a short distance where I claimed my trophy. |
