About 9:15 this spike came walking right up the trail to our stand. Since it was up hill toward our stand he was basically walking looking right toward us. I can't believe we weren't busted. He stopped about 35 yards out facing us for about 10 seconds then kept moving. I already had the crosshairs on him. Since he was at a steady walk I figured he would get close enough to notice us, smell us, or otherwise spook before turning to offer a shot.
At about 30 yards he turned toward my right and offered a shot. THWANG! A solid double-lung hit with a Spitfire 100. He ran about 30 yards to my right up the hill. He then stopped, started backing up, and did a sitting back-flip. The Spitfire broadhead did a number on the lungs. My son commented 'where did all of the blood come from'.
Since the deer backed up a few yards over its own blood trail before flipping, the woods were painted very well all around him.This almost makes up for the 8-10 point ~18" spread buck that I missed Friday morning because my arrow hit a sapling in front of him. But that's another story.
