MA #307 Let’s hear it for the lefties
Archery secrets when you need them most… at full draw!
Archery can be a sport of joy, a sport of challenge, or a sport of aggravation. It is only the joy and challenge that kept Joe good all being able to absorb the sports aggravation. In the center of his aggravation was a somewhat challenging problem called ,”Left eye dominance.” For 20 years this 37 year old South Dakota native had fought with dealing with 6 “golden” shots that he should have easily made but under weak light he needed both eyes open, and as soon as he open the left eye the world shifted, and he could not see through his peep sight on his 65 pound Monteck bow. Since the prime time in bow or any hunting is usually around sunup and sundown this was a real problem. He tried patches, and tried making one eye stronger, to take over the dommant. Whenever he would have both eyes open and cover his left eye the view would shift. When he had both eyes open and covered the right eye and nothing would change. He did everything favoring his right hand. All his life he had been right handed so it was just natural he would shoot a bow right handed. Well he was finding that the eyes and the ands are not connected, at the price of missed shots where he could see where the arrow would fly, after finally getting things what he thought was square, in his hard to focus on peep sight.
Brian more in here technical on “wrong eye dominance techniques
Left handed bows
Finally he mortgaged his world and bought a left handed Montec and the aggravation stared to give way to more joy and skill. Target shooting became much more enjoyable, and his shoot more constantly accurate. As the Colorado Antelope season arrived he found himself in a pit waterhole blind on the eastern plains. Water was scarce, and the day was hot, and it wasn’t long before a herd of 7 does and one very handsome buck were walking their daily trail to the water hole. As Joe watched, the prairie runners walked in a diligent single file up a path that he had dug a hole and put a double bull blind over. This allowed him to stand in the hole and shoot from a standing position.
As the antelope arrived some drank while other antelope “stood guard” and waited their turn. The buck was last to get to the waterhole and stood broadside to Joe, as he waited for his women to drink the cool water. The buck never got a drink. Joe cur their stay short, ands he sent broad head through the bucks rib cage.
The buck leaped and ran one direction while the does headed back to where they had come from that morning. Joe stayed in the blind, not to spook the buck into running any farther from the water hole and the two track road that came to the windmill filled water hole.
At about 125 yards with Joe binoculars firmly pasted against his forehead Joe saw the buck start to lay down, then lost his balance and fell down. Joe had shot his first big game animal in 20 years of off and on bow hunting. A nice buck it was with a P&Y score of 71 3/16.
His big excitement was the Plains Mule deer hunt, which he had been watching all summer. His confidence was strong now as he sat in the same double bull blind, by a water hole built for cattle watering east of Denver about 2 hours. The deer had been using this water hole along with the cattle and the rancher checked it each day to confirm that water was available for his cattle. It was also the only dependable water source in two miles of dry hard packed ground.
This waterhole blind is a sure way to see all of the deer in the area, unless they become spooky and become nocturnal. It was a nice exceptionally warm Sunday afternoon when about 2 pm he entered the blind with his Montec, his wife Jennifer, and his 9 year old son Joseph. They wanted to be there to see the deer. Joe opened all 4 windows just slightly as he watched 2 windows and his crew each had their window. As the intense heat began to break loose there was a slight breeze and shortly thereafter, Jennifer spotted a doe and five bucks coming for water.
The doe was in the lead with a huge buck right on her tail, neither wanting to expend the energy to run but the buck still wanted to check the doe for estrus while she was up and going the same way he wanted. There were 3 more smaller bucks about 5 deer lengths back, even though it was early for rut, and they had been in a bachelor buck herd, prior to this little walk, they didn’t want to get in the big buck way on this at all.
Jennifer grabbed Joes, hand to get his attention and started pointing to her side of the tent with elated excitement. Joe quietly slid over and took a look. His excitement level made a drastic climb while he tried to control his excitement. The deer’s path would go right behind the blind, not a directing he had planned for but definitely shootable. As Joe got into position for a shot out of the blind, the doe came walking into his view, with the buck walking behind. There would be no stopping these two for a standing shot at 22 yards.
As the buck came into view, Joe put his 20 yard pin on the front to the buck’s chest and released. The arrow seemed to come out of nowhere as it exited the blind at about 300 FPS (Brian whatever you think)
In route to the 180 class buck, completely concentrated on the doe in front of him. The arrow flew true until it hit the top strand of the barbed wire fence, glanced up and went well over the buck as the buck and doe broke into a run.
The three smaller bucks bolted back about 100 yards and after not seeing any activity, and the buck and doe go over the hill they returned to the well worn trail and started toward the tent, water hole, and where the buck and doe went.
Jenifer whispered into Joe’s ear, they’re lining them up for you the other 3 bucks are heading this way now.
Joe notched another arrow, and waited for Jennifer’s warning when they were almost in the shooting lane. Of the 3 bucks the first one was the largest so there would be no moving target warning, he would just have to lead the first one and release. He came to full draw as Jennifer motioned they are right outside the blind. Within seconds the buck showed himself on the same path as the earlier buck and doe. He shot a little sooner to not have the fence even be a factor. The wounded buck went toward the waterhole while the other two turned around and again went back where they had originally come from.
There was excitement in the tent, as each person explained what they saw at the same time. The concurrence between the three was two as it hit and then Joseph said he saw it flying but didn’t see it hit anything, it just disappeared. Joe held them at a minute by minute long 20 minute wait. Then the slowly exited the tent, Joe first with his bow ready and binoculars in his hand. As the three walked in the direction the buck had ran, they all noticed the antler in the short prairie grass.
Joe stopped every one and they kneeled down to watch from a distance to see if there was any movement. Joe watched intently, and after 30 seconds of watching, seeing no movement, he stared walking in a stalking position. Soon there was no question the buck had died, “They “had shot a nice buck and it was something that, “They” would never forget.
Joe Goodnights buck was probably a year younger mule deer, and scored 157 4/16, easily making the P&Y Minimums.