1shot wrote: There is an area on our lease in NY that is a nasty, wet, deep, thick swamp, part of which was on our farm. I don’t remember how old I was,maybe early teens. I would just climb a tree, no stand, I do remember the bow, a Ben person long bow that drew like a crowbar with a string attached.
I was standing on alimb from a white oak and a little spike was eating leaves from the brush, and I made a bad shot, 1/4 toward me, almost straight down. The poor deer ran off toward the fields, and I jumped down right away and was in chase mode when the deer turned around in the middle of the field and full-bore ran right for the nasty swamp.
I drew back with the arrow pointing up like a mortor tube and let it fly, You know when you shoot a basketball and you just know it’s a swish before the ball is halfway to the hoop??? That was what I felt, and the arrow drilled into the neck hitting the spine, sending the deer into a pile.
So much wrong with the entire deal, dumb first shot selection, trying to run the deer down, sending another arrow at a running deer in some way thinking I could keep it out of the swamp…
When I walk through that area today I can still “see’ that episode and it was a turning point in my life as a hunter. I haven’t taken a shot since then on deer that I wasn’t 100% sure of it being a ‘killing’ shot ie- 1/4 away, best angle, etc…
Shot number two was more then 100yards, less then 150yards..
impressive none the less ya got lucky but it’s just cool to hear of shots like that
