The Evening of 11-3

Well, I blew it. I was sitting in my deer stand. I was focused on a deer that ran off behind me to my left. All I could see was the tail end of it. So I thought I'd try to call it back to me. So I was working hard, thinking I could maybe get it back. When all of sudden I hear a bunch of leaves crushing to my right (bad side for a right hand bow shooter). I knew it was a deer even before I looked. So I slowly turned my head and sure enough out of the corner of my eye, it was a 8 point buck about 10 yards from me.

So now what do I do? I'm sitting looking straight forward and the buck is too my right looking straight at me. I tried to very slowly turn that way but every time I did, he would look a little closer at me. Finally, he had had enough. So he turned to his right and started to walk into thicker woods. So I decided to make my move. I turned to my right and stood up. He didn't hear me because he was making a lot of noise going through the thick woods. I found a spot and decided when he crossed there, I was going to let the arrow go. Well, of course Murphy's law was there and when the buck got there, his butt end was pointing directly at me. I didn't want to shoot him up the butt so I decided to make a little noise to see if I could get him to turn a bit. Well, it worked. The buck turned just a little towards me to see what the noise was. So I let the arrow fly. All of a sudden, the buck jumps up and off to his right he runs. What the heck? Oh crap, I hit the one big branch between me and him. (Murphy's Law) Of course, there sits my arrow.....stuck in the dirty. Dang it!!! Oh well. That's how it goes sometimes.