It was my buddy’s birthday, December 14th, which happened to be the second to last day of the bow hunt. We decided to go hunting. It was cool but not too cold around 4:00pm. We were driving around to find the perfect spot. When Travis saw, on the hillside, a group of deer. With a quick U-turn and some courageous driving we made it to a pull-out. And that is where it all began. Travis and I, like ninjas, snuck out of the truck quietly so we wouldn’t spook the oncoming deer. We started toward them up the hill with no apparent plan in mind, just to get close enough to get a shot. About half way up the hill we regrouped and thought of a quick plan. The plan was to walk straight at them because there was a small hill that we could use to our advantage. As we neared the top of the hill we poked our heads up over the hill and saw several deer standing there, feeding, not knowing we were there. At first glance, they seemed about thirty yards, but it was more like sixty yards. Normally I have my range finder on me but I left it in the truck because of the hurry we were in. It was getting late so we had no time to waste. So there we were, about sixty yards away from achieving my goal, to bag a deer with my bow. I drew back in plain sight of the group of deer. I really didn’t have a choice it was either to draw back while they are watching or sit there and watch them walk out of range. Well they didn’t walk. They stood and watched as I drew my Hoyt Vektrects to full draw. And well within my comfort range I let the Bowhunter XP fly. And it flew strait and true. Right where I had aimed I saw the arrow disappear into it. I was overwhelmed with adrenaline. I had scouted and hunted for months for it all to come to this moment; a moment that most people wouldn’t understand. The feeling… I could never put into words. It was just incredible to see something I had worked so hard for finally pay off. After about half an hour I started to settle down a little bit and decided I had given enough time that it was ok to go and look for my trophy. So we walked ever so quietly to the spot were the deer was standing when I made my shot and immediately found blood. That indicates a good shot. We had followed the blood trail a very short distance when we both looked up at the same time and saw my trophy lying under a tree. As we stepped closer we realized it was a great shot and the arrow placement was on spot. When we finally reached the trophy I couldn’t have been happier. After all of the deer I had passed up to get to this trophy and the long hikes, which some days seemed I had walked 100 miles, and the hours I had put in scouting and preparing for this hunt. It was all over now the real work started. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. To take one of mother nature's animals, in their own environment, and their own backyard is truly an experience of a lifetime. I will remember this day for the rest of my life.
Cody
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