CROSSBOW BUCK 1997

On Sunday, November 24, 1997, Kay and I cut a ground blind in a ditch in the middle of a hayfield on a farm that I hunt regularly. I had been seeing deer in that field nightly as I came from a tree stand deep in the woods. The following evening I was running late and made it to the blind at about 4:30 p.m. I had just cocked my crossbow and sat down when I heard a branch break in the woods. I looked up and saw a deer with a nice rack crossing the stream that bordered the hayfield. The buck kept coming and finally turned broadside at 39 yards. I shot an arrow at him and heard it hit a round bale behind the buck. The buck trotted a few yards and stopped, looking straight at me. Assuming I had missed, I pulled another arrow from the quiver. Just as I prepared to cock the crossbow, the buck stumbled. I cocked the bow quickly and took off after the buck. He stumbled again and I got another shot, this time from ten yards. This time he went down hard, less than twenty yards from where he was first hit. The first arrow had been a perfect heart shot. It was my first big buck. All this happened within five minutes of parking my truck.

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