I was sitting in my treestand tonight and this stupid partridge was getting on my nerves, so I had enough of it and was gonna shoot him. When I noticed something moving out in the field. I looked through the scope... A BUCK! So I make my way down the ladder and to the field. The back walked past the truck, and I noticed 2 does about 150 yards away. So I crawled on my belly and stopped everytime the one put her head up to look. She put her head down I would start crawling again. Then I made a few grunts and she started walking towards me. She got about 60 yards away, then stopped. Turned and jumped into the bush. The smaller doe was about 20 yards behind her and was standing there staring at me, then the first doe wheezed at me and started running around. (Couldn't see her but I could hear it.) Then the other doe jumped into the bush too and they ran for a minute then I couldn't hear them anymore.
I've never been so frustrated or ticked off in my life! GRRR Talk about getting the blood pumping.
Oh well, I always have after the firearm hunt to get another chance!
I leave tomorrow morning for a 2 week gun hunt trip. Talk to ya'll in a few weeks.

Good luck to all you gun hunters!

And those who will still be using crossbows in their area.
