THIS IS LENGTHY, BUT WORTH THE READWent hunting on a island today. Boat only access. It was very windy. I have never hunted this spot before so it was more of a scouting mission with bows in hand. This island is pretty large and has a few big fields and a bunch of hard wood forest on it. The fields look like they have been allowed to grass over and that they havent been planted in acouple of years. My buddy and I landed on the downwind end of the island. Our goal was to walk into the wind, down the island to its point. This would allow us to scout the field and woods and possibly spot and stalk any deer on the island or push them down to the point and possibly trap them at the end and get a shot. We ended up walking across the wind, which was fine.
My buddy forgot an important item that he wanted in in the boat and went back to get it. We split up and I crept down a hedgerow in the field until I found a well travelled game trail. I turned onto the trail and started to cross the field. It was about 9:45 in the morning and the field was nice and warm. I got to a place where the grass was about 4 feet tall and thick. I stopped to text my buddy my location and put my phone back in my pocket. I took a step and my text went off. I reached into my back pocket, grabbed my phone, looked down and began to reply "ok". Suddenly I heard the grass rustle and I look up to see the biggest bodied buck I have ever seen explode from the grass less than 15 yards from me and run off to the wood line! He had a tall, wide and thick typical 8 point rack. For Maryland this was a true trophy! Of couse I wasnt ready and I am sure that he probably stood up and looked at me and that was the rustle noise I heard. If I wasnt dicking around with my phone I may have actually noticed him sitting in the grass before he even got up. I never had a chance to even draw my bow. His tail was sticking straigt up like a bright white middle finger as he ran off! I called my buddy and cursed him for texting me and explained what happened. I told him to stay at the point where that field and woods made a corner, on a clear cut trail that we had found. Hopefully I could push this bruiser to him and he would at least get a chance to see him. Here is a pic of his bed. You can see the matted down grass below the shadow of my arrow. I reached down and felt the ground. It was still warm. I put my phone on silent.
I continued down the game trail and entered the woodline where the Beast had ran. I crept slowy into the wind. About 80 yards into the woods I see a tail flick. I freeze. All I can see is the butt of a deer. The ribs, shoulders and head were behind a tree. I got to 30 yards. As close as I felt I should push it. The deer stepped out from behind the tree and it was a smaller spike. He didnt see or smell me. He walked a few steps closer to me and stopped behind a tree. I tip-toed a few steps closer. He walked out from behind the tree and moved behind and slightly into some thick underbrush and bedded down! Now I knew he had no Idea I was there. I crept closer. Now about 18 yards. 18 should be a chip shot for me with that bow. The rabbit I killed the other night was 15 yards away. I set up a good shooting stance and made a doe bleat. He looked around. I bleated again. He looked around. I snort-wheezed. He stood up and looked around. Obviously the loud wind and was messing with his hearing and sense of smell. He put his head down and took one step quartering away from me presenting his right side. I raised my bow and drew. Rigt before I hit my anchor my string hit the front of the brim of my hat. This totally broke my concentration. I held my draw, nodded and used the string to push my hat up. Starting to feel rushed, I set my anchor, got my eye behind the arrow and released! It looked like my arrow may have hit low and a little back. I never heard my arrow hit any brush or hit the deer. He bolted off around the thick stuff and I lost sight of him less than 25 yards away. I couldnt see my arrow anywhere. I quickly moved to where he was standing and began to look for blood. Nothing. I looked back to where I shot from and visually traced a line from there to me and the beyond me. I figured if he was gut shot I may not find much blood and needed to find my arrow to confirm a hit or a miss. I walked ten yards further and began to look for blood when I spotted my arrow. It was clean as a whistle. I was relieved. I shot right under him. If I am going to miss, I want it to be a clean miss. I ended up finishing the drive and found my buddy. He told me a small spike walked calmly past him at about 35 yards but he didnt have a clear shot and he was waiting for the bruiser I told him about.
All in all it was an awesome hunt! I have never spotted and stalked a deer before. So to be able to do it and even get to launch an arrow was awesome, even if I didnt bag an animal. I learned a few things. No hat, Brimless hat or hat backwards. Be patient. There was nothing wrong with letting down, fixing my hat and resetting. That deer still didn't know I was there and if I had reset and been patient I could have made a kill. And now, this is something I know well from duck hunting, shooting for fun and shooting in training at work... Aim small, miss small. Looking back on it, I was looking at the entire deer. I should have picked a dark spot, a single hair or somethng on the deer in the kill zone to shoot at. I have caught myself "flock shooting" ducks and geese and getting frustrated for missing. When I pick a single duck, focus on the beak and shoot one foot ahead of the beak, I almost never miss. I cant express how awesome this hunt was. It was a short half day hunt, but I have never had an experience like it. Ultimately, this is why I hunt. For the experience.