A buck comes in. . . heartache follows

November 3, 2014

Faith Outdoors

I’m sure every bow hunter knows the feeling of heartache when they have a chance at a deer but go home empty-handed.

Try as we might, failure rears its ugly head just when we think we’re on the verge of success. Such was the case on Saturday, when I hit the woods to take advantage of a cold morning that I was sure would have deer moving.

Interestingly, the first sign of life I saw was about 20 turkeys roosted just down hill from me. They started yelping and sounding off, then flew down shortly after it got light. They were scratching around nearby, and it was cool to watch.

Then, about 8 a.m. or so, I heard some rustling in the leaves a short distance to my east and slightly uphill. I turned just in time to see two does trotting behind me about 30 or 35 yards away. They were acting skittish, which can mean that there’s a buck behind them.

Sure enough, as they went downhill behind me, I caught sight of a buck coming in behind them with his nose to the ground. I’m sure he was sniffing to see if either doe was coming into estrous. He looked like an 8-pointer.

The buck was about 30-40 yards away, too, which is out of my range. The does swung around and then caught sight of me as I stood up so that I would be able to turn around for a shot if any of the deer came into range.

One of the does saw me and turned its head right at me. She bobbed and weaved and looked up trying to figure out what I was. Meanwhile, the buck slowly started working his way toward them. He angled toward them and closer to me. I was hoping he would eventually come around and go past my stand. Instead, he stopped between two trees and just stood there. I then realized he might be in range and his vitals were exposed. So, I drew on him and put the pin where it needed to be. I held steady, then hit my release.

The nock lit up and I saw the arrow sailing toward the deer. It went perfectly between the trees, and then I saw it hit the ground on the other side of the deer. I could see the nock, then the buck jumped, and I turned my attention toward him. He started walking slowly away with his head down and eventually went over a hill.

I pondered what to do next, while the does kept trying to figure me out. Eventually, a third doe appeared and, after about 20 or 30 minutes, all three of the does left.

I knew I needed to find my arrow and see if it went through the deer. Alas, after climbing down and looking, I could not find it. I looked four different times and never found it. I then headed in the direction of the deer and tried to see if I could find it. No luck. I uttered many fervent prayers to the Lord, but I didn’t find anything — no arrow, no blood, no deer.

So, I walked away puzzled. I still don’t know if I hit the deer or not. I know my left/right line was good, but not sure about the vertical path. I used my 20-yard pin and aimed about a third of the way up from the bottom of the deer’s belly. I think I would be fine up to about 25 yards. But, if the deer was farther away than that, more than likely I shot under him.

I should have tried to use my range finder. What can happen is, on a bigger deer like a buck, you can be fooled into thinking it’s closer than it really is. If your estimate is short by 5 or 10 yards, that can spell a miss.

The tough part is I may never know what happened. That’s just how bow hunting goes. I have Wednesday, Thursday and Friday of this week off, plus I’ll be hunting the firearms opener on Saturday. So, I’ve got some chances left. My goal right now is simple — one deer, any deer.

Lord Jesus and St. Hubert, please help me!

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About Dave Hrbacek

Staff photographer and writer for The Catholic Spirit. Also, avid outdoors enthusiast with a passion for hunting, fishing and photography. Married to Julie and have four children, three boys and a girl.

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