Almost the same as plumdog. Whitetail buck from a tree stand. Five feet below my feet and straight down with a recurve bow.
This. Standing on a live oak limb 16 years old 6 ft above a doe. She ran about 15 yds behind me, stopped and looked around and started feeding again. I couldn't see her well through some brush. I knew I missed and looked down for the arrow and couldn't see it. It was like the Twilight Zone. I'm thinking WTH is going on.
A bit later I strained my neck looking backward and saw the doe lay down, head up, looking around.
A bit later her head went down and she started kicking and died. When I got down and turned around I jumped a bit as my arrow was suddenly right there standing straight up. I finally figured I had been looking for the arrow laying down but it was pointed straight away and it had blended in with the leaves.
My First deer with a bow.
