Another Slick Trick Success Story

[CopperHead]

Bow : Bear Truth 27" @ 70 LBS
Arrow : GoldTip 7595 28"
Broadhead : SlickTrick 125 Mag Cut


Story to follow later. Sorry the pics are not to good.




Here is another angle.

[BT]

Really good shooting!
Am I mistaken or is one of them hit high and back through the scapula?
I got some magnums for a re-test because Gary said that they were better than the 85gr.
If it did hit a solid scapula....how are the blade edges?

[CopperHead]

BT,
The one to the left has a few scars on her. In fact it looked like she had a run in with a barbed wire fence. So what you are seeing is a scar. That one I hit slightly in front of the liver. The one to the right I took a slight quartering to shot. The angle was steeper on this one and the bh ran down the base of the neck and buried into the scapula. The blades did roll slightly but definitely did their job as neither of these deer made it further than 60 yards. With the blades being as thick as they are I could have resharpened them and reused them but I feel better just using new blades. The furrels both would spin true after the fact. I washed the arrow added new blades and reloaded them into my quiver and went bear hunting. :-) All in all I am happy with the slick tricks especially after the disappointment of the so called "Rage" broadhead last year.

[CopperHead]

Here's the story...


The alarm clock goes off at 03:00 I reach up and turn it off. As I head to the bathroom I grab my dead down wind shower bag of goodies and then take a shower. I gather the last few items I had not loaded in the truck the night before and jump in the truck at around 03:30 for the drive to Virginia. Even though I am excited about getting back into the treestand especially since the temperatures had finally dropped some the two hour trip goes by pretty fast. I arrive at my destination at around 05:30. The temperatures had been in the 90’s earlier in the week. The high for this Friday Oct the 12th was supposed to be around 75 or so.

Originally I was going to hunt a different stand but after talking to my hunting partner and cousin, Loomis, I decided to hunt another stand located about 180 yards from his. We both made our way down the old logging road in the dark. I wished Loomis luck as we both reached the trail to his stand. I continued another 50 yards down the road and reach the trail I was to follow. The trail is only about 100 yards long but in the dark it seemed like a 1000. I reached the base of the tree I was to climb and pause a moment to listen for any movement in the dry leaves. Then was nothing but the distance barking of dogs and the hoot of an owl.

Shortly after settling into the stand I heard something running down the ridge to my left. It’s still to dark to see but it doesn’t matter anyhow as visibility is only about 60 yards max in this stand of woods. The woods are so dry that a squirrel running through them sounds like a herd of passing elephants. I can hear something moving in the darkness, definitely not a squirrel I think to myself. I can just make out shapes of trees, logs and bushes and I strain to see if I can locate the source of the sound. What ever it is passes by on my left, heard but not seen. Looking down at my sight pins I think to myself no matter it’s not light enough to shoot yet anyhow.

The time is now about 08:15 I can clearly see my surrounds now. There is still a slight chill in the air compared to earlier in the week. It’s definitely a good morning to be in the woods. I now hear what sounds like a group of people walking directly in front of me. I scan the canopy in front of me looking for movement. Oh wait … there she is…a nice fat doe is moving in my direction. But there is more. Seven more figures emerge from the vegetation one after the other in a single file line. I begin to worry as it looks like the lead doe will pass by me to the left just shy of my shooting lane. A squirrel darts past startling the lead doe causing her to alter her path slightly. Perfect!! She will now bring them directly through the end of my shooting lane.

As she gets closer I begin to feel my pulse quicken, the adrenalin starts to flow and I can hear my heart beating like a drum in my ears. Feel the rush….. Try as I might I could not get a clean shot at the lead doe as she passes the end of my shooting lane. Luckily for me the alpha doe pauses to groom herself leaving two of her followers standing in my shooting lanes. The second doe is not as large the first and the third is a yearling. As I swing my bow to the second doe she spots my movement and begins to stomp her foot to alarm the others. She makes the fatal mistake of dropping here head down to act like she is feeding. A stump momentarily blocks her vision as I come to full draw. The doe snaps her head up and turns slightly toward me. My pin settles on a spot where the neck meets the shoulder. As she starts to lower her head again I touch the release. The GoldTip shaft topped with a 125 grain Slick Trick Mag cut broad head screams toward its destination. I hear the unmistakable sound of bone crushing as the arrow strikes its mark. As the doe whirls to run the woods seem to explode. Deer snorted and whitetails flare to signal the danger. Unsure of what just happened the rest of the group run only a short distance and freeze, occasionally snorting and stomping their feet. The lead doe starts to circle to my left. Keep coming, I whisper. There is a 50 yard shooting lane directly to my left. As the alpha doe passes behind a large oak I reach into my quiver an pull out another arrow. Another one of her followers spots the movement and heads for the hills. She misses this as her view is blocked by the oak. Scanning the area I still make out four more of the harem searching the woods for me. Luckily for me none of them looked high enough. I move my attention back to the lead doe. She reaches my shooting lane and stares my direction while testing the air for any hint of scent. With the wind blowing directly into my face she shall get none. I hit her with my range finder. It reads 38 yards. I draw and settle the pin. I pull my head back to verify all is clear then settle back into lock in. Once my sight picture is there and the pins are steady I touch trigger on the Mamba release once again. Shortly I hear the familiar popping sound as the arrow pierces the sealed chest cavity. I know the deal is done once I hear the leaves explode as the doe crashes a few yards further. My day is done as I have met the daily limit. I remain motionless in my stand to watch the remaining few does filter away. Ten minutes later a yearly three pointer passes by at 15 yards. I smile to myself as I know I will see him again hopefully next year. It has been a good day.

[azslim]

Good job. I have to wait 2 more months before I get to try my luck.

[BT]

Outstanding! encore encore!!

[smj]

Congrats! Nice deer, great story!

[CopperHead]

Thank you gents.