It was Christmas Eve and the air was cold. Just after sunrise I caught movement 100 yards out in the cut corn.
The doe’s trail would bring her to me at 20 yards, broadside.
She had finished feeding and was headed to her bedding area over the Mississippi River levee 100 yards to my west.
It does not happen nearly often enough, but this doe stopped in the exact spot that I wanted her to.
As I leveled the crosshairs of my scope on her chest, I exhaled and touched the trigger. There was no report and no recoil. Instead, I watched the brightly lighted nock disappear into her. She crashed at the foot of the levee.
Several years ago I was forced, by arthritis in my shoulder, to switch to a crossbow. At first I was upset by this. I began my archery deer hunting career using a Bear recurve bow.
I loved that bow right up until the time I moved up to my first compound bow. Then I loved it.
Since that first compound bow I have field tested and hunted with dozens of compounds from many different manufacturers. All had their pros and cons.
I am a proponent of accuracy over speed, so lighter, more easily handled bows are my preference.
When I got my medical justification to use a crossbow I began a tedious process to find a tool that both met my expectations and was durable. That process put over a dozen products to the test.