I had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows all in the same hunt. Went up to elk camp last Friday afternoon and called in a great 6×6 bull to within 37 yards…..slipped the ole slick trick in into the big boy and hit him a tad high (estimated him at 40, down hill slight quarting shot) and he took off up and over the hill.
Waited about 15 mins to peak over the hill and at that exact time, a truck drove by on a near by road and all I saw was antlers running out of my life. I tracked the boy for 2 or so miles before it started raining and I lost the blood trail.
Heart broken and depressed don’t begin to sum up what I’m feeling.
I know exactly how you feel, sorry bro. I drew a tag for the Gila in New Mexico 2 yrs ago. Huge Bulls all over. Second day in big Bull walking the ridge above us as we walk in/up the small valley between the two ridges at daylight. The Bull starts coming down and we jump across to the other side quickly. I am all set up knelling with guide next to me. Bull walks down right where I wanted him, stops qtr. to us slightly, smells ground just were we walked, puts head back up, looks around. Guide says 32 yards in my ear. I had already drawn back just before he stopped on path as he was looking down walking. Now at full draw, the bull turns broadside looking away! Arrow gets released and “wack”! I thought a good shoot just behind shoulder. He spins back up the hill and stops at 80 yards looking around. Then slowly walks off up hill out of sight. That was the last I ever saw of him! Heart breaking. We looked for hours but the blood stopped at that last 80 yard mark and where the aft end of the blood covered arrow was? I kept it and used a sharpie to write “Never Forget” on it. That was a long flight home. Guide said he was a 340″ class. Tough luck, but thats bow hunting. It still stings even today….but you do get over it.
jagged pill to swallow for sure. i had an old timer tell me that the secret to bowhunting is to not focus on the downs..aim for the highs. i lost a big 8pt, and i was crushed. i know the feeling. would have been my first bow-deer. still trying.