Friday October 16th, 7:30am.
First deer I've ever taken, second deer hunt I've been on.
Came this -> <- close to not being able to hunt this year due to an injury I received after a mash-up on Highway 401 just before Canada Day. Wound to the the wouldn't heal, got a bad staph infection in it... finally it closed up by mid Sept and I could walk properly again!
Was in a field, stretching my legs behind a row of large hay bales, brought my crossbow and a rangefinder with me. Had been marking landmarks with the rangefinder, looked down to set it down... looked up, there was little bucky looking at me, giving me his broadside.
His tail went up and I thought he'd be off, but he stood his ground and when I didn't move, the tail went back down. I put one hand on my crossbow stock, he looked at me again. I waited and he relaxed again.
The hay bale was just about the right height that I could just lean slightly to mount it and was mostly in the right place already. A quick peek through the scope, squeeze of the trigger and I hit him right in the lungs. He ran 100 yards and dropped like a stone. Shot went clean through and through.
Tried a bit of tenderloin taken from when he was hanging, better than lobster.