Day Nine.
My Final Day and I wasn't holding out much hope.
Sightings had deteriorated drastically, and I just did not feel "Lucky"...
Nonetheless, we went back to our original spot with crossed fingers.
Another chain failure just after we arrived made us ~ and hour and a half late to the show.
Did not boost the confidence much...
Half an hour later while moving between spots my partner sez:
I just saw a big dry doe lay down behind a big Ponderosa Pine.
115 yards out.
Carry on, come back in an hour...
Marking the tree that approach was excruciatingly slow.
I knew this was likely the only opportunity to salvage the hunt, so went slower than molasses in January.
At 30 yards, the doe became nervous, stood up and stuck her head and neck around the tree to look at me.
I centered the 30 yard pin on her white throat patch, and watched as the Luminok flew straight to target.
The mechanical broadhead (Spitfire) severed both jugulars and the windpipe.
She did not make 10 steps.
She had completely bled out in those ten steps.
So much so there was NO blood inside of her which made for quick and clean dressing.
My Partner showed just then and that drag wasn't bad at all.
Feeling rather elated actually...