It was mid-November and I was set up at my usual spot. That first day, I was heartbroken after a monster came in and was spooked away. So, I gave that area the next day off. Two days later, I arrived to what felt like “the spot,” a stand 200 yards from my usual spot.
Just when I was swearing off this area, I spotted a button buck. Next, I spotted movement over my shoulder and a doe with a buck following her. I gave a couple of grunts and she came running tomy stand. After an intense few seconds, the doe blew and this big boy spooked out to 20 yards.
I quickly drew, aimed and released my arrow. After giving the buck some time, we took up the trail and, all of a sudden, the blood dried up. I yelled in disgust and shined my light around looking for sign. There he was, 10 yards away. This was my first bow buck!