This day I see a doe and fawn at 6pm on the other side of the field. they meander off after 15 minutes of feeding without getting within 200 yards. Here's the view from the stand, the two deer are actually on the far bush line.

So anyway at 6 30 pm I hear the hardwoods to my left come alive with the crunching of leaves everywhere. Within 30 seconds out steps a doe 70 yards away, followed by fawn 1, then fawn 2, and then doe 2. They begin to feed and the lead doe makes a loop in my direction with the others following. I'm still not positive I want to take a doe so my heart is just hitting my ribs and not totally coming out of my chest. As they all make it within 30 yards of me I think I'm going to get busted because they are all downwind, but luckily no alarm from them. When the lead doe is broadside at 10 yards and I can see her ribs in the excal scope I decide I can't pass it up. I hear the WHACK-WHACK that everyone talks about with a good bow hit, so I feel good as she runs straight into the hardwood.
I am now pumped to recover my first ever bow kill. Although the 20 minutes in the stand searching for blood with the scope on the ground leave me a bit worried. With light fading I decide to check the hardwood quickly and within a few minutes find this about 70 yards in the bush. The arrow went in a bit high but came out nice and low on the other side.

My first attempted drag while overdressed with crossbow in hand leaves me totally exhausted. Took a break to catch my breath and call my cousin Al to celebrate over the phone.I decide to try and get the farmers help. he's working the field so I tell him I can drag, load and gut the deer myself and by that time he'll be done and can help me hang it. My first gut job went better than expected, I guess holding the back leg as others gutted, all those times, did teach me something after all.
Anyway here's the only pic with me, the deer and the tag. It took some convincing to get the Mennonite farmer to take the picture with this modern evil picture taking machine. I think telling him I would split the deer with him convinced him to use the evil picture taker.
Thanks for the help with the laundry VixChix.
