"I was lucky enough to get a buck with my bow this year. I saw this buck feeding down a ridge right towards me. The buck was closing the distance quickly. He popped around a cedar and was 40 yards away. At full draw and my heart pounding the grass was as tall as the deer and i was not able to shoot and just like that he was past me and out of sight. Moving slowly i walked down the ridge a ways and stopped the buck popped back into sight and was at 70 yards. I pulled back and let her fly, with an arrow in the air and a prayer in the heart i watched the arrow stick high in the back hip. I left the area super quiet and i knew the buck never saw me. I returned three hours later with my buddies from camp and to my surprise the arrow drilled the main artery and there was a highway of a blood trail right to my first buck with a bow."
