Lots of vacation left to burn at work so I took a half day today after doing my due diligence at the fun factory. The plow I ordered for the 4 wheeler came in late this morning, so I ended up going and picking it up which put me a little behind.
Got setup at 2 in a stand I affectuonatly call "the torture chamber". I'm not sure what it is about it, but it is the most uncomfortable stand I have to sit in for any period of time. Its in a great spot though, which is a small opening amongst a lot of small saplings and multiflora rose. The snow cover made it so I could see much farther than normal, and at 210 I saw 2 doe working toward me from the south. The lead doe played right along and gave me a nice slightly quartering to shot at 17yds at 213. The shot was a little further back than I wanted, so I waited an hour to climb down.
I've gotta say, I've never shot one with snow on the ground. Holy shat what a difference that can make with a blood trail. As I waited in the stand I could actually see the blood start to soak into the snow. Climbed down and checked it out up close. As stated, I hit it back further than wanted, but after seeing the blood trail decided to follow up on it. Found her laying 60yds away, and the old horton explorer claimed another one. One lung, destroyed the liver, and clipped the gut. Feeling quite blessed to have another one in the freezer after a 13 minute hunt.
Good luck to all of you headed out for the last day tomorrow! I have one more doe tag, but will be sleeping in and saving it to hopefully take one with my dads .270 or flintlock.
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