It was 2002, my first year bow hunting. Late afternoon, I was coming back from a walk to my neighbors with my dog. We surprised a 6-7 deer doe/fawn group feeding in the woods behind my house. They fled down the gully. I put my dog inside, got my bow, went inside the woods 20 yards between the gully and my house, sat behind a huge Norway maple, and waited, as I knew they would come back. They did about 20 minutes later. I remember my elbow joint making a cracking noise at the draw, which the lead doe heard. She stopped. I don’t remember releasing the arrow, or the doe being hit. I kind of blacked out. The next thing I saw was the very bloody arrow on the ground 15 yards away. I found her dead from a double lung hit 60 yards away. My bow was an old second hand black widow MA III bought on eBay from a Minnesota archery shop. My arrow was a Easton classic tipped with a Muzzy Phantom. I dragged her back to my house, did my first field dressing job ( it took a while. thank god it was cold outside!!!) hung her in the garage for 7 days, and butchered her myself with the help of one of my best friends, Pascal, a Chef. Cherish the first time anything, because that feeling never comes again!:D
