Pennsylvania Game News - July 2017 - 15
Then, I spotted a doe running directly
toward my stand, and it quickly was
clear why the buck had been bedded.
He was with her in the brush, and now
he was right on her tail.
I quickly got a bolt from my quiver,
and nocked it just about the time the
doe ran past me.
She stopped at 15 yards and the
buck pulled up short, right behind her.
I placed the scope's crosshairs just
behind the buck's shoulder and was
about to pull the trigger when the doe
turned and started back down the ridge,
taking the buck with her.
For some reason, though, he stopped
at 20 yards quartering away.
I knew I had to shoot quick, held
behind the buck's left shoulder and sent
the bolt on its way.
The buck tore off down the ridge, in
a different direction than the doe.
The shot had felt good.
After gathering my gear and descending the ladder stand, I searched for my
bolt and looked for blood. I found
Not wanting to push the deer, I
backed out and returned to the house,
figuring I'd come back with a lantern
I hung my crossbow on the rack in
the basement, and anxiously passed the
time until heading back to my tree stand
to retrace the shot and look for sign.
Again, I didn't find a thing.
Lacking a blood trail, I followed the
path of the retreating deer and where I
had last seen it, then began fanning out
in ever-widening circles.
Doubt began to creep in, and I wondered if I had even hit the buck.
I decided to suspend my search until
the following morning, and after a long,
sleepless night, I was back at my tree
stand at first light.
In the spot the buck had been standing, I looked down and immediately
saw my bolt; it was covered with dried
blood from the broadhead to the nock.
"There's a dead buck somewhere
around here," I mumbled to myself.
Again, I found no blood trail, which
seemed odd given the bolt completely
Like the previous night, I made everwidening circles, thoroughly searching
every patch of thick cover without finding a trace of blood or other sign.