Friday afternoon Eli and I made a run to the woods. He said he was going to spot for me because it was too hard to make a good stalk on crutches. Half hour in we had some bucks. They were quite a ways away and even farther below us in elevation. Long story short is the stalk took me two hours, I got 116 yards from the small buck and he smelled me, they trotted over the ridge and started feeding, Eli told me to just go on over cause they were just standing there. Well he was right, snuck over the ridge and the two bigger bucks were 90 yards straight down below me. I couldn't tell which one was the one I wanted but I would be happy with either. Drew back and let her fly. Dark was coming fast so as soon as they were out of sight I went to check for my arrow and blood, Eli literally talked me into the exact spot where I found first blood from about a mile away! Got over there and no arrow.... just LOTs of good blood trail. DEAD buck. The next morning Jesse B and Taylor came and helped me finish packing it out. I couldn't be happier and more thankful for my good friends.
