This is one of three that I had on my short list for the bow season. Connected on the third stalk. I missed him at twenty yards on the second day after holding my draw way too long and blew the shot. The third day I missed the biggest of the season at 62 yards when a tree sacrificed itself for the 185" 7x7. But eventually after many hours, miles, and blown stalks on three great mulies I cut my tag.
I spotted this guy one morning, after a cold front had moved in. The weather had been really warm and calm, the change had the deer moving late. I had worked third shift and was making my rounds before I had to head home to bed. He bedded in a perfect location for a stalk, and the wind was perfect. I quickly got to within 40 yards because of the stiff wind and wet conditions. I had stalked to the edge of a small rocky knob, I located him lying just behind a buffaloberry thicket below me.
After about two hours he came to his feet and walked around to my side of the thicket thirty yards away. I had drawn when he stood and looked for clear shot thru the bushes. But, he quickly lay back down with no shot, all that was exposed was the very front of his shoulder, neck and head. It only took a second for me to decide that I was not kneeling in these rocks for another four to five hours with cramps up and down my back. Send me hate mail but I centered the pin on his neck at 28 yards and took him thru his jugular. Dead in 40 yards. Sometimes things aren't pretty.