11/15- AM. Hunted a ladderstand in the middle of my overgrown field. At 8:10 a buck came toward me upwind through the field, starting at about 100 yards, smelling trees until he was about 30 yards. He then stepped out into the mowed path and locked up behind a limb in front of me at 20 yards and I drew, and then he turned and walked toward me. So I held, held, held, then had to let down oh so gently and he stopped because I believe he got a whiff of estrous scent, then turned around and began walking the other way again (quartering away). At 25 yards I grunted to stop him and then let him have it. He did the death run and I saw a little bit of arrow sticking out but not much. I had double lunged him and hit the opposite side shoulder. He ran about 60 yards and crashed. So I went and got the boys to recover him. The experience with my boys is better than size of the buck's rack that's for sure. He wasn't the one I was after but after missing a couple chances lately and wanting to have my boys (especially William the 4 year old) experience blood trailing and finding a buck I went ahead and shot this buck.
The stand.
The boys on the ride in.
The arrow laying about 5 yards from where the buck was standing.
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