June is a great month to hunt, so often we get lucky with animals feeding up from the cover as the colder and often inclement climate has animals requiring more tucker to keep warm and replace what usually gets burnt off during the rut..
I had the usual requests for a prime Fallow doe for the freezer so had a couple of sessions in the usual spots but came up short, in all honesty took one hunt a bit cheap got busted big time, returned home with the usual excuses but in the back of my mind was conscience that next time I will be just a bit more patient..
Next time came round five days later, with full VEIL cover and a renewed mojo I sat poised on a well used game trail arrow nocked and all bases covered, with marks ranged I had a 25 yard shot through two branches below, I just needed a volunteer to walk the gauntlet…
An hour or so went by and it was getting to that stage when I wondered, was a deer going to show?, did I get the wind right when I came over the top?? But only moments later I heard movement first a buck came through, so tempting but with only a small head and a skinny frame I let him pass then a spike shuffled along completely oblivious to my hiding, both animals raised my pulse which is a rush all in itself. Soon my selective hunting paid off a big fat doe came through like it was meant to happen I drew my Mathews bow held and paused she hit the gap I let out a small grunt she stopped perfect offering me the golden broadside shot, one which I totally butchered—my arrow went high the deer bolted and I was left in the deafening silence—cursing .
Bow hunting is all about highs and lows riding a journey of learning that never ends, failure because of a rush to the head, too much adrenaline resulting in a miss does happen the fact I hadn’t been under the pump for a wee while probably the biggest excuse I could use…
My method of overcoming the hoodoos of poor form is to just go hunt again, get back on the horse grit your teeth and hold on…I went out and hunted small game, Rabbits Turkey’s and hares make wonderful practise, each time the shots taken on these critters things all went to plan my renewed confidence had me back with venison on the agenda.
So with a clear mind and a good safe wind my stalk was back into an old haunt only four hundred yards from the last encounter but on the true right of the valley, this side had the sun in the winter and was well sheltered from the South, Fallow don’t like the cold so I was expecting animals, experience told me to walk so slow until I got to the small clearing, wait there till dark—it was a hotspot and as sure as eggs the sign about the fringes was as fresh as a daisy.
It was “Deer O Clock” near to dark when finally I got the sight for sore eyes I was after–a Dark chocolate Doe and her fawn from last year pushed out of the timber just 20 or so to my left my pulse surged I couldn’t move until she turned away my heart now going hammer and tongs I had to get a grip I wasn’t going to loose the plot this time, finally she turned to have scratch I drew and held lowering my pin to cover her vitals, exhaling slowly with the slightest pressure on my release the arrow was gone. At impact there was a deer explosion she wasn’t alone–five more Does and young uns burst out from around her and the barking and hopping around started, my Doe was history—forty yards distant she piled up and the company she had quicly departed in every direction.
I had my doe and beat the demons of failure which was a small victory in bowhunting itself, another deer for BJ and some good prime eating…
My favourite bit of HE gear at present is the Veil facemask— it rocks, designed to fit any mug and not to mention concealing your dial which is very important when up close and personal its worth trying one, pure and simple I don’t hunt without it, any bow hunter that wants face concealment should consider one you wont be disappointed.
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