Yesterday, we drove back through Chicago and got home around 5:30. My amazing wife recognized that I needed some quiet alone time and encouraged me to drive around and check crops/ glass/ shine. I took her up on it.
A few minutes down the road I decided to check out a property I’ve been meaning to look at. Once I got there I realized the great potential for a good observation sit.
By 6:30 I was in the tree, staring at the setting sun and listening to the sounds of the marsh. I let the experiences of the last few days marinade as I finally got to be quiet for the first time since Tuesday.
Around 6:40 I glasses a far off doe. Far enough to consider her out of the game.
Side note, I’ve only killed one buck and one fawn with my bow at this point. Getting a doe on the ground has been a struggle.
At 7:00 she was broadside at what I judged to be 30 yards. I sent the arrow over her back. Thankfully, she bounced off a few yards and stopped broadside long enough for me to get a second shot. The second shot was true. 26 yards and double lung.
I didn’t expect to hunt that evening. I’m immensely thankful for encouraging family and the opportunity to escape.
Thank you all for the lessons taught. I take them to heart and they came into play here.
The pressure is off. Time to find a buck and hunt like a beast.
