Bear with me, this might be long winded but I like to include details. This last weekend I was fortunate to have off from work on Monday (Columbus day), so made plans to head to the folks' cabin for some bow hunting. This summer I got the itch to delve into bow hunting, so I picked up a Bear Archery Encounter and the necessary gear and started practicing a couple nights a week. I've rifle hunted for seven years or so, but I really wanted to "extend" my season so got into the bow world. A little background on the property...approx 12 acres in the Brainerd lakes area. Not much land to work with, but surpising what a combination of mixed habitat can create for opportunities. There's two patches of mixed hardwoods that are a couple of acres each that wrap around the northwest corner of a swamp.
Here's a view of some of the swamp and fall colors:
Having cabins and dogs running all over the place doesn't seem to deter the deer one bit. Nocturnal, but probably not more than anywhere else for that matter. Had the trail camera out most of the summer and got to see a doe with her twin fawns grow throughout the summer as well as a pair of fox that showed up regularly. Opening weekend I had the doe and her fawns come in and start going to town on the acorns about 55 yards out. Wind was in my favor but got skylined by momma and that was all I saw for that weekend. Went out again the last weekend in September, splitting my time between the cabin and some public land close by, but I think the combo of a full moon and the warm temps conspired to have everything moving at night. Fast forward to this last weekend. Finally some cooler weather. Woke to a dusting of wet snow on the ground on Saturday morning. Sat and saw one of the fawns motor on through, but nothing else the rest of Sat. Sunday hunted public land because the wind wasn't right and did some scouting. Monday morning gave it one last go before I was gonna pull the plug to get back to the wife and kido. At 9:19 a yearling doe came into the North of me. I was in my climber about 16 ft up and was already standing because I was cold. I'll never know why that deer didn't bolt, because it had me pegged from the get go. She was downwind of me and had a clear line of sight as I pivoted and raised my bow. She gave out a snort and I thought it was over, but she dropped her head and started to slowly walk. Once I saw her head down I drew, but again she saw my movement. Locked up, at a nice broadside, I let fly at 32 yards.
She was standing just to the right of the two jack pine tree trunks in the center of the following pic:
All the practice and target shooting went right out the window. Needless to say I was shaking like an oak leaf in the wind. I saw her lurch and turn heel and move at a fast walk where she made a beeline for the heaviest cover on the property. I was already questioning my shot, and decided to give things a full two hours to settle down. Around 11:00, I climbed down and slowly made my way over to where I had made the shot. Arrow was stuck in the ground with green bile/stomach gunk. Confirming my fear that I hit her far back, I had to decide what I wanted to do. Since the forest floor was like walking on broken glass, I had a hunch that I would have already bumped her just going to where my arrow was if she was still alive and kicking. After hearing nothing, I hopped on the trail she took and found good blood after about 20 ft from the shot. Things looked a little more promising. Bow in hand with arrow nocked I followed the trail for less than 20 yards and could see where she had piled up next to a deadfall tree. In all, she went less than 30 yards. I was relieved and ecstatic to have such an easy recovery despite my poor shot placement.
Here's a view of her, not the biggest, but good to get some meat in the freezer this early in the season.
Overall, it was humbling to think how things could have gone differently. Thankful that things turned out well. The experience gained was valuable, and it's renewed my efforts to get out and keep practicing. D