It was a chilly late October morning and the wind was out of the northwest, it was a perfect morning to hunt. The sky was so clear that I was able to navigate my way through the dark, using my flash light only minimally. I was hunting on a ridge in the hardwoods above an area we call Rolling Fields. I had two mature 8 point bucks together on camera several times not far from my stand. As I crept through the woods, I was mindful of any noise I was making. I knew that both of these bucks were mature so one mistake and it was bye bye bucks. As I clipped my bow to the rope hanging from my tree, I had “the feeling”. When an avid bow hunter has “the feeling” it can be almost indescribable how amazing the walk to the stand, the climb up the tree, and the sit can be.
As the sun began to rise, a doe and three fawns funneled up the hill which I sat atop and walked directly under my tree. I was in the zone and I knew it was only a matter of time. The silhouettes of the two bucks appeared down below where the woods met the field, and the endorphin rush hit me hard. I somehow knew that those two brutes were going to make their way to me. As if almost on a string, they started coming. The lead buck looked a year younger then the trailing buck, but both were unquestionably shooters. I mentally prepared myself the way my man Michael Waddell tells me to do it. I visualized myself smoothly pulling my bow back, aiming small and gracefully releasing my arrow.
No longer than five minutes from my first sighting of the bucks, they were within 40 yards of me. The first 8 point made his way across the hilltop and caught a faint trace of my scent and he froze up, his body language clearly displayed discontent. I remained calm and totally focused on the second buck. He started to trot until he came to the top of the hill and stopped just as the other buck had. I drew back my bow on the quartered-away buck who was 42 yards from my stand. As I released my arrow I was so intense that I could see it fly, and it hit him hard. He ran about 50 yards and went down. For the next 15 minutes I sat back in my stand and replayed the memory several times. This was an October morning that I will not forget, oh how I love to hunt!
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