Last weekend I left you guys letting you know a doe was in my space. She was very hungry, but wasn't comfortable enough to stay. Crockett told me two does were heading my way. They did show up, but came from the lake side. The bigger of the two was very alert and jotted out of the area before I could even eye her. She was an older doe. I could see her whiskers with the sunlight. Her counterpart quickly followed. I thought the evening was a loss.
As the sun was going down, the yearling came back. I hoped she'd bring the others back in. She was my decoy, because she brought the one previous doe in. She was a shooter, but not better than the older one I saw earlier. Low and behold, she comes up right behind the other. She was on alert, nosing around. She was alerting the others that we need to move on. The two other does were not having it. They were very hungry. So the bigger doe comes back with great hesitation. I knew I was taking her if I had the shot. She was my nemesis.
She stood to the side and I knew I had her. I shot. She kicked her legs out, like all deer do when shot and bolted out of sight. The others followed her. I felt I got her, but was unsure since she gave me crap to begin with. I heard her crashing through the woods.
Crockett text me asking if the shot came from me. He couldn't get down since he had an illegal buck, yearling in his area. My second favorite part is the find. I went looking for her. I couldn't see her anywhere. I was thinking, NO! It was getting dark quickly. I searched for blood. It took me awhile, but I finally found it.
I then followed the blood. I couldn't find her on my own. Crockett finally came to help. We re-tracked the blood and her tracks. She made us work to find her. We were thorned and scraped everywhere, but we found her. A huge doe. Heavy too.
We made it to the processors. It was jammed with hunters. Two of them got a pretty good buck. I didn't care I was happy with what I got. She was a prize doe.