After hunting hard for the first week of the August OTC archery season I decided I would shoot anything with antlers. Opening day and the day after I passed spikes. Exactly a week after opening day I went out after school to see if I could turn up anything with antlers. About 300 yards away or so I glassed up a forky that was standing up, feeding under a mesquite tree. I began my stalk and got exactly 60 yards away when I decided to let an arrow fly. I had been practicing at 60 yards every evening over the summer knowing that I would probably taking a fairly far shot, and tightened up my groups smaller than a paper plate at that distance. I caught a little buck-fever and rushed the shot. I hit him far back and high and started to fear for the worst. My spirits were lifted when I saw a blood trail so defined, even Helen Keller could tack it. I found my arrow where the deer was shot and knew I had gotten a full pass-through. Due to endless amounts of adrenaline pumping through my body, waiting for the buck to bed down and die completely slipped my mind. I immediately began blood trailing my buck and after just over a hundred yards of blood, the buck jumped up and ran twenty more yards before crashing to the dirt. I put another arrow through him, right behind the shoulder for safe measures. I had my first archery muley and was overwhelmed with joy. I later found out that despite the terrible shot placement of the first shot, one of the bleeder blades of the Gravedigger broad head happened to cut the aortic artery, which lead to a quick death.(as far as archery kills go) This buck was shot in unit 21.
