Yesterday morning 7:30 I took my very first shot at a black tailed deer. He was a spike on the same trail as the morning before, and I was now on a slash pile waiting for him full camo. Same time he came off the road, around my pile and whack. From 6 maybe 7 yards and 10 feet above him, I hit him right where i wanted to, just behind the shoulder. The arrow penetrated with an unforgetable sound. I don't know exactly penetration depth but not nearly what I was expecting, not that i knew what to expect. I'd save several inches. Boom, he was gone not knowing what happend, full speed through the 5 year old clear cut, and into the forest. I never saw any blood when I hit him, not that i had time to. I've never seen a deer move like that. I gave him 20 minutes, made a phone call for some help and went after him. nothing... not a thing.. I think i know where he went into the bush, but nothing. no arrow, no blood. I searched 4.5 hours, went home had lunch and came out for another 2.5.
speaking with hunter friends/family I heard their stories, about the one they didn't find.
I think it's healing to share this with people who understand.
i've relived it many times today, i coulda taken the heavier bow, the broadheads coulda been sharper, but when i think about it. I was ready, I was prepared, and I was in his domain, and I wanted him. but for some reason it wasn't meant to be.
I am unsure of continued hunting with the bow right now. I still love making bows, but I may take out the shotgun next weekend.
I know it's a journey and it isn't supposed to be easy, and I am ok with that.