This weekend was the crossbow opener here in NY and I refrained from hunting our 30 acres the last 3 weeks to keep it fresh so my daughter could see at least some deer this weekend. She doesn't sit still, nor is she nearly as patient as I am so I always opt to hunt from the camper which is strategically placed and usually produces. I hate hunting the camper, I have to pace back and forth between the 3 windows when I can just turn my head in a stand and I can't hear anything from inside so I am constantly poking my head out the windows to listen for grunts and footsteps. I just feel deaf and blind in the darn thing.
We saw some does and a small buck go through Saturday morning but everything was too far on opening morning, the night watch we didn't see anything except 2 Foxes chasing each other in some form of territorial fighting which was entertaining, it got pretty aggressive at the end and one had blood drooling down his face and neck. Sunday we heard a buck grunt through just out of sight, unsure which buck it was though. She wanted to take the last hunt off so that was her hunts.
I took yesterday (Monday) off work and finally got to hunt a stand that has had the wrong wind every time I could go hunting. Right at first light I saw what appeared to be a mature 8 point that was well outside his ears, the only response he gave my calls was to lift his head and look in my direction but never changed course and kept cruising at 80'ish yards. The next 3 hours was wall to wall 1 1/2 year old spikes and 4 points which kind of took me off alert status and that cost me. At the end of the entourage of testosterone filled youngsters I hear footsteps behind me, I peek around the tree and see 2 points through the thick stuff. I slowly turn to reach for the crossbow and slowly move into position for a mock shot and was surprised to see it was a descent 10 point. I think he saw something he didn't like because he was initially coming straight down the hill at 25 yards directly to me when I first saw him, by the time I was in position he was quartering away and already at 30 yards. I clicked off the safety and looked for a shot, at 40 yards I had an opening and stopped him with a mouth "meh". The shot was there but the hole was small and in the end I wasn't comfortable with it and watched him walk away.
There are so many times I took a risky shot (when I was younger) and wounded the deer, it haunts me still today. Hindsight, I know I could have made that shot, I know it was an ethical shot at that body angle and distance but the mistakes of my past wouldn't let me pull the trigger. I am at peace with that.