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I decided to get back on the horse last night.
The wind was right to finally hunt a stand I've been excited to sit on my farm. I had washed my hunting cloths, put everything back together, and was on site, changing a couple of broadheads to new arrows so I wouldn't have the problem from the story above....as I twisted the broadhead, something slipped and the razors cut into 2 of my fingers and my thumb. I was bleeding enough to be tracked, but nothing a little super glue wouldn't fix.
I walked a half mile, climbed into my tree and felt me phone buzz....8 missed calls, 8 text messages from brideowanian, who was now 45 minutes away on the interstate with a blowout............so I got down and did what husbands do.
Guess I wasn't supposed to hunt yesterday afterall.
Then last night, I get an email from a brother with new trailcam pics of my #1 target deer. He's in the area where I tried to hunt last night, and moving at 5pm now.......
Bow hunting can be so rewarding, and so frustrating....and so high and so low.............
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