Bow Hunt

This is a description of a deer hunt, done by bow. I’ve hunt deer with a gun before, and assumed it was similar.

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The buck continued to graze as Tony moved a little bit closer through the brush. A twig beneath his foot snapped and he immiediately froze as the buck quickly looked up towards the sound, also frozen. The two stared in each other’s direction for about eight seconds before the buck turned back to the corn that Tony had spread earlier that day. Tony reached to his quiver and pulled out a single arrow, a determined scowl pasted on his camoflauge-painted face. This was the way to hunt – bait the deer, and wait for just the right moment to strike. He pulled the bowstring back, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. The buck had brought two doe along with it, and there was a spike nearby whose legs seemed a little wobbly. Maybe he was sick?

The sweat on Tony’s brow started to run down, probably ruining his facial paint. He checked his aim one more time, and let the arrow loose.

The arrow shot straight through the deer’s head. It was dead before it hit the ground.

The does and spike immediately scattered as Tony grabbed another arrow and let loose, his aim now for one of the doe. It yelped as the arrow struck it’s leg but continued bounding into the trees.

Tony sighed. Well, you couldn’t get ‘em all, and he had the buck.

He reached to his pocket and pulled out his radio. “Jerry, I got a buck. Can you bring the truck around?”

“Sure kid.”