Frosty morning on stand,,,

[Zwickey-Fever]

 I woke up this morning with great anticipation of finally hunting off a heavy frosted deer stand! I made my way up to my upper pasture without spooking a single deer, (an amazing feat),. After I put out some scent, I was actually saying to myself, I can not believe I made it up here without incident but as soon as I placed my foot on the first step of my climbing stick I heard the loud distinctive snort of a doe! UGH!! But how? The wind was blowing from her to me? Did she hear me? I just shook my head and climbed to my frosty morning perch.
First light came without a single sighting of a deer, unusual I thought. Then about eight o'clock I clearly heard a distinctive grunt from my neighbors CRP field, so I started glassing. There he was, a mature what looked like a mature 10 pointer. So I grunted at him, he just raises his head and looks my way. The wind blowing from him to me. I've been in this situation before and know that with a deer of his age, he won't go where he can't smell. At best he will circle down wind. He just continued on with the occasional grunt. I felt blessed just getting a glimpse of such a magnificent whitetail.
I felt my phone vibrate at 08:37 AM, my wife. She text me, good morning honey, remember big antlers make thin soup and sore back!! I just laughed and I was texting her back my good morning pleasantries the woods erupted with the squirrels going on full alert! I tucked my phone and reached for my bow without even looking. I just knew something was coming. I remember thinking, " it's go time "!
There, downwind from my position, he emerges from the timber edge 60 yards away with his nose up in the air and walking directly towards me. I clearly remember saying to myself, really?? downwind, you have to come from down wind? Why don't they read the script?? At about 40 yards away he started moving ever so slightly to my right, cutting my wind even more! But he keeps coming. But his choice of direction is definitely not in my favor because a large limb that I never got around to cutting down. At 35 yards I started looking for a hole in the limbs and branches to maybe slide a arrow through. I had to squat down a little, There!! There's my hole! I run the numbers, he's broadside, walking and just a hair under 30 yards! I can feel the tension of the string on my fingers intense as I draw as he approaches the hole in the limbs. His right legs extends perfectly in the confines of the hole and then I release!! I remember thinking as I watched my arrow lofting through the air, through the hole, "to high"!! Then,,,,,,,

[SlowBowKing]

Don't do this to us! Can't take the suspense.

[Zwickey-Fever]

  He never misses a step and my timing was perfect! I watched my arrow drop like a sinker right into the lower crease of the boiler room! My arrow is stopped by his opposite shoulder blade but by then my Zwickey 2 blade Delta has done it's damage. He reels around and heads down through my upper pasture with blood dumping out of his side and nostrils. He stops at about 70 yards, his tail switching back and forth erratically. I said in a low voice, "you're finished" as I watched him succumb to the Zwickey fever in witched I just hit him with.
I sat down in the stand for a minute glassing him to make sure tat he was down for good. Sitting there with the excitement of what just happened still pumping through my veins, I gave thanks to the Lord for blessing me with such a beautiful frosty morning. I then pulled my phone back out and re-edited my unfinished text to my wife, Good morning Honey, thin soup and sore back it is!
I lowered my bow and as I was climbing down I noticed another decent buck moving along the neighbors CRP. I couldn't stop thinking of whats coming in the coming weeks, the Iowa rut, see you then I said to myself as I reached the ground. Even though I seen the buck go down, I wanted to pace off how far the shot actually was, 29 yards! I know a lot of people would disagree with taking such a shot but believe me when I say that there's not a day that goes by to where I don't shoot. I practice constantly, even 30 yard shots. But to be honest with you, I never practiced the squatting and shooting part until this morning. I made my way along the blood trail down to my buck. The blood was truly unreal. As I approached my buck through the heavily frosted grasses of my pasture I gave thanks again to my Lord.

[Zwickey-Fever]

My equipment, Bow, Martin Mamba 55#@28"
                               500 Gold Tip Traditional arrow 50 grain brass insert tipped with a Zwickey Delta 2 blade with
                                a 75 grain steel broadhead adapter.                                                                   
                                Asbell Pathfinder wool hoodie/Mossy Oak
                                James Valley Full Rut gel
                                Illusion Phaze Scent Control System
                                Carbo Mask

[Possum Head]

Great read thanks for sharing he's awesome congrats

[arrow30]

nice, great shot. conratts!

[Bvas]

Good shootin on a good buck

[GCook]

Nice buck and nice write up as well.

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[Orion]

I don't think you could have walked up to him and placed the arrow any better.  Good shot.   

[Silent footed]

Oh man, I literally just cheered till I got shouted at to be quiet. I thought you missed! Wow that's great man!

[SlowBowKing]

What a shot! Congratulations on a great buck!

[TIM B]

Attaboy!  Great shot
Tim B

[South MS Bowhunter]

Congrats on a great shot and beautiful buck! I love it when a shot comes together like that 

[Kopper1013]

Fine buck! Congratulations sir and great shot

[Cyclic-Rivers]

Beautiful animal. He's big bodied. perfect shot. Congratulations.

[jess stuart]

Great buck and a wonderful story, thanks for taking us along.

[TooManyHobbies]

Great shot, congrats.

[Sam McMichael]

That was a really great shot on a very fine deer.

[Captain*Kirk]

If it was me, I woulda missed...
Congrats on a beautiful bruiser. Gotta love that frost, and deer that cooperate with the Plan.

[matt steed]

Perfect! Congratulations on a fine buck.