So I got a doe on Saturday afternoon. First deer ever taken with my bow. It was very nice. Sunday morning I took a shot at another doe, but hit a sapling instead! (It was still kind of dark.) Still it was a successful weekend. Killing a deer is always bittersweet. On one hand the hunt was successful and there will be venison in the freezer for another year. Yet the deer had to be killed. It gave its love to sustain other's lives.
That being said I hope to be in a stand again come Saturday!