The following is a hunting story told by Dante Wray. I enjoyed the story so much that I asked permission to share it on my blog. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did.
1720 – The Bow Bandit Had a NNE wind at 8-13 mph. I new I had to have them “in front of me” so I wouldn’t be winded. I skirted the edge of the area where they would walk through. I set up with the trail in front of me. The wind was in my face and my back was to the thick briers and a drop off.
As I was finishing removing some small debris around my feet, I caught her movement so I tried to move as so she wouldn’t spot me. But Nooo ! I had to rush it and she spotted my movement but not me. She stomped, head bobbed, and stuck her nose up in the air trying to get a Dante’ scent molecule. But she was too young and my set up was too good! She eventually settled down, but walked further away from me. Something got her attention, so I stood still.
As she walked broad side at approximately 28 steps; I released a rookie arrow … No anchor point. No picked spot. She’s alive . But there is a tree that’s hurting along with my ego. Lesson number thirty thousand!
Fortunately that was a very good lesson , but no hoorahs until your dues are paid.