So far both Thomas and myself had had close calls with big bucks.

I missed this one due to a deflected arrow.


Thomas had this buck at 40 yards, but he would not turn to give him a shot then suddenley got his wind, bolting out of the country.




This morning was no exception.

I had this one at 30 yards in his bed
.


As I drew my bow the buck busted me and exploded from his bed in the dry oatgrass leaving me with a racing heart and weak knees.
Bowhunting can be so frustrating, everything has to be just right.
Makes rifle hunting seem like cheating.

There is plenty of time left.
Late September will bring rutting action and the big boys make mistakes.
I'll keep you posted.