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Damn.
Those fucking deer.
I was in the tree stand again yesterday afternoon waiting for them to return. They did. I stood still for a long ass time while the big doe looked, left, returned, left, returned, left, returned looked at me, kept eating, and finally got into THE PERFECT QUARTERING AWAY position, head turned away and eating when I let my arrow loose.

Perfect height for a heart shot.

Three inches in front of her. Thwap! into the earth.

She and her two friends leaped away, ran ten or fifteen feet, stopped, looked around. Ran another 20 feet, stopped and looked around, then walked off to the far end of the field.

I totally choked and missed a perfect shot.

OTOH, it was the first arrow I'd ever shot at anything besides a foam target. As an over-achieving perfectionsit, that doesn't really take the sting out of it.


(That was an intentionally ironic misspelling)