The reason I spot and stalk my hunts still with a bow, as frustrating as it is with my son along, he and I need to share the time spent. We decided to go up to an area of state land trust, that is open for hunting. We walked for miles today, those miles were walked together shared in conversation, but no luck for a shooter doe at all, but did see a nice 5x6 buck that would have been if I could have taken him, but had already filled that tag on Sept 1st opener. Just seeing him, made the trip in there all worth while, because my son was along, and the moment shared.
We then left and went to the farm where we would not be disturbed by outsiders that do frequent the state land trust and even walk their dogs off leash which makes it a problem... they don't care that its hunting season either.
We walked the farm for what seemed like miles as well along the outside areas where the timber meets the pastures of mint and alfalfa. We seperated, and I went down to the river bottom area, while my son headed back to the truck that was parked about 1000 yards away. Anthony discovered a ground nest of hornets that got disturbed in some way , while he spotted two does feeding in the alfalfa... he got stung several times, and did not scream out in pain, but handled it without spooking those doe.
Dang I would have spooked them, cuz I would been out of there. Anthony didn't know that I had slipped out of the river bottom area and was coming up around him the long way, and spotted those does, just as they were leaving the alfalfa field.
We found several other does in the mint field and moved in closer, closer and closer. I got out of the cover and at 40 yards the doe lifted her head and my cover was blown. She started to leave, and I let out a wurt sound, and she stopped dead in her tracks with a nice broadside pose.... this would be her last, and as I settled my 3rd sight pin on her, and let the Nitro Stinger go with the 100 gr, G5 Striker broadhead that found its mark. The arrow was a complete pass thru finding its way into the trunk of a pine tree that was beyond her, where it was located later. I was surprized that the arrow was angled in an upward position, like it was shot up from the ground at a 45* shot, but should have been straight.
But, we done the day together as father and son, and on this day I arrowed a nice whitetail doe. I'm sure that she had seen several seasons, but the arrow made its mark, and death was quick and easy over on the farm.
I had forgotten the camera on this trip, but will try and remember when I fill my next doe tag.
