Last fall I shot my first buck. He went 60 yards down wind of me and laid down. While I waited for him to pass, a hawk landed in a tree between us. The buck and I watched the hawk for 10 minutes before the hawk left. The buck started to notice my scent. He rose and came right back to me. I shot him again(this time low). He ran off. I went after him in 30 minutes but found him in a creek alive. I left him to die overnight. When I came in the am he was gone. I spent 1 month searching for him. I found out 2 months later that a man that owns the property he died on beat me to him and hid the evidence. Now everyday on my way to town I pass his head hanging from a dog cage.
It was hard on me. My 1st buck. Anyways, Ron LaClair deemed me LadyHawk due to my buck being named Hawk Buck because of the hawk that landed between us.
