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Walleyedan Lamenting the one that got away

If you are a hunter, or want to become a hunter you better be ready for those days when things don't go as planned. I am speaking to you this morning (Thursday) with extremely sore legs and a very disappointed heart after shooting and not finding...

If you are a hunter, or want to become a hunter you better be ready for those days when things don't go as planned.

I am speaking to you this morning (Thursday) with extremely sore legs and a very disappointed heart after shooting and not finding a deer. I headed to the woods on Tuesday morning as the kids and Shelley were just rising out of the sack. It was raining but that does not slow me down this time of year, when anything can happen at anytime when you are in the woods hunting the awesome whitetail deer.

I had a decent wind, my body was clean and my clothes and gear were as scent-free as possible. I tip-toed down the trail and through the woods to my tree stand without a padded seat (the squirrels had chewed it to pieces and all that is left is the aluminum framework). I am not so much into comfort as I am into hunting the "right spot." Comfort is secondary when the excitement level is on high. I got situated and settled in to my motionless position, knowing I needed to be home at noon to meet the chimney sweep guy.

I had activity about an hour into my hunt and watched a doe and two fawns followed by a six- or eight-point buck scurry past me at about 70 yards. I sat, watched, waited and did a little series of grunts a couple of times. I did a snort wheeze too, just for the heck of it. Another couple hours had passed and the rain started again. I thought it would be perfect to spend my last hour of the morning "still hunting" (walking into the wind on the quiet ground) my way into the wind. I hadn't gone 50 yards before I picked up movement. It was a doe, then I spotted another and then about 100 yards from them was another deer that I only got a glance of. I sat perfectly still up against a tree in the kneel/crouch position for about 45 minutes until the does were out of sight. I then slowly got out of my position and before I could get totally upright, I heard something behind me.

Yep, there he was, Mr. Buck at 30 yards. I made a split second decision that I was going to shoot, so I made a sight adjustment on the bow to 30 yards. I spun, picked a lane and shot! Thwap! I hit, but with a little underbrush I wasn't so sure exactly where I hit him. To make already long story not a lot longer, I looked and looked and did not find him. I did have good blood for 150 yards or so, then nothing! No blood, no deer, no nothing except leg cramps and an extremely disappointed hunter.

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Yes, I am sad and yes this is reality whether you are bow hunter or a gun hunter. Bottom line, be patient and realize how important it is to make a really good shot!

Walleyedan

WALLEYEDAN Eigen may be reached at 218-839-5598, walleyedan@walleyedan.com or www.walleyedan.com .

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