I have been carefully bowhunting blacktails on a special piece of property this season.
My son Thomas has had several close encounters with several bucks that we had patterned early in the season, and I have been trying to get him in position for his first buck.
Two of the bucks have been bedding in a difficult spot.
Yesterday, I changed my approach to them.
I sent Thomas to a good spot to watch and I went around the backside of the mountain, hoping to move the bucks to my son.
After about an hour long hike, I approach the area where I have been seeing the bucks.
My senses are on red alert.
I see a bunch of sign and fresh beds in the dry grass.
Suddenly, I catch movement to my left.
It is the smaller of the two bucks that we have been persuing.
He rises from his bed and scurries down the the slope.
As the buck climbs the oposite bank, I knock an arrow.
I find the buck in my rangefinder...47 yards.
The buck does not know what disturbed him and comes broadside.
I come to full draw, find him in my spothogg sight and align the 50 yard pin just a tad low on his vitals.
Thunkkkk...
The Gold tip arrow finds its mark and my slick trick broadhead penetrates perfectly.
I feel that rush of adrenaline pouring through my veins as the buck races away with the fletchings waving in the air and crashes into the heavy brush.
I mark the spot that (I shot from and then move up the hill to find my son.
He is very excited for me and is slightly relieved that the big one is still on the mountain for him.
After an hour wait, we track the buck.
I want Thomas to find him first, so I hang back a little.
The buck didn't go far.
This may not be the biggest blacktail, but he sure is a pretty one.
God, I love sharing my passions with my son.
He makes me proud every day of my life.
We have a bunch more hunting to do.
Bowhunting Rules!
Hope to post my son's buck here very soon!