Once I got HIM settled back down, BIG MIKE forced me to pose fro this pic - HIS reasoning seems to have run along the line of [my] needing to get back to the roots of it all - " rg, it'z all 'bought th HUNTEN, Son!" So, now, following his nearly full year hiatus, I'm HIS pupil well, maybe there IS still HOPE for me! ;) RG
Seriously, it's been an 'odd' season - I've been able to get out for ten afternoon hunts, and had passed on many opprotunities to skewer similar - and lesser - bucks, but, in my hunting areas, have seen nothing better. I never observed a buck chasing a doe - now THAT 'was a first' . . . and, I hope, a last! With time ticking down, this hunt was too good to pass up the shot - the stuff of which memories are made! :) In the end, this buck presented a perfect broad-side [15 Yd.] shot, and I sent a NAP Spitfire, steered by some REAL WILD-turkey fletching, provided by Hope Carleton, through both lungs. Having passed through the rib-cage, the carbon shafted arrow stuck nicely in the ground . . . miraculously, the buck sprinted a full 99 paces before he decided he'd become vinison - just ten paces short of the neighbors fence! No trailing required - I saw him 'go down'. The only thing I'd have changed would have been to hit him about 1.5" lower. ;) RG