It was not a good bowhunting week, continuing the unsuccessful start profiled in last week's commentary on opening day. On Labor Day Monday, I went afield before dawn at a Roanoke County farm. However after a buggy morning of multiple insect bites and no deer sighted, I retreated home. Before leaving, I scouted the farm and could find no deer sign at all. I won't be returning there this month.
On Wednesday evening, I finally saw my first deer of the season. Around 7:30, just before shooting light would start to wane, a four pointer led four does and fawns toward my stand. But at a distance of 60 yards, the wind changed, the buck detected my existence, and the entire quintet fled back the way it came.
Friday evening I tried again on the same farm as the Wednesday misadventure. This time a mature doe led her two fawns toward my stand. I drew back, feeling the doe would soon come within the 20 yard shooting range that I have. However, for some inexplicable reason, my bow string chose that moment to come off, sending the arrow falling to the ground and the deer fleeing. I have never had such a thing happen.
Right now as I write, the weather is rainy and breezy, and I am doubtful of being able to go hunting Saturday evening. Next week has to be better.