That didn't take long!
30 minutes into my first "sneak" hunt with the new crossbow, this little fella comes walking right down the same trail I was stalking.
I saw him before he saw me, so I stopped, raised the bow and waited for him to stop. He was going to walk right into my scent path down wind of me about thirty yds. When he winded me his head snapped up and I pulled the trigger.
Hit him dead center chest, put a slice about one inch deep almost the full length of his heart, sliced across his artery. He left a blood trail that Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, or Ronnie Milsap could have followed!
He still made 80-90 yds, 40 yds of that being over the crest of the ridge (and I mean some steep ridges) so I left his innards over the ridge and dragged him up the ridge and about a half mile to the cabin. Thank goodness most of the drag was slightly angled downward.
At the tender age of 67, headed quickly for 68, I realized this was no fun!
Got him back to the cabin and dunked him into some 55 degree water that comes out of a spring about 200 yds away. Great way to cool the meat down quickly and keep it "refrigerated" for a day or so.
Came home today, hung him from a tree, and the rest, as they say, is history.....and so is he.
Unlike Michael Ernst (wink, wink), we DO like backstraps so I won't have to dispose of them.
Was supposed to go dancing tonight, but I think I'll hit the sack early tonight....my knees are barking enough!
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