For those of you who care to go back to the original message, take a look at the second picture and imagine a nice 8-pointer standing in full view just past the second tree from the right. It was the perfect set-up: a broadside shot, 25 yards, and he had no clue I was there...until I pulled the trigger.
The blind that I was hunting from is a new addition to my property this year. It's basically a 10'x10' hut with sliding windows in 3 of the 4 sides. It is also elevated about 8' off the ground, which I have come to discover isn't totally sufficient for getting out of a deer's field of vision. (At least, I felt like I was pretty exposed.) If a deer approaches from an unexpected direction then I have to duck down below the window ledge and crawl around on hands and knees to set up for the shot.
So, in contorting my body to avoid being seen by this 8-point buck (which, by the way, would've been the nicest deer I've ever taken) I failed to raise my bow up high enough for my bolt to clear the window sill. When I pulled the trigger, THWACK! One of the blades on my broadhead clipped the window frame (hence, the V-shaped chip in the fiberglass) and sent my bolt on a one-way trip to the moon!
And Mr. Buck? I guess it's possible that he's heard 4-letter words before but I'm sure I invented a few new ones that he'll never hear again. In fact, I can't really remember them myself. Thinking back on yesterday morning's debacle everything is a bit hazy...except for that telltale chip in the window sill.
And so, dear friends, the lesson to be taken from my little parable is this: Mind your aim.
Savagevervet
