Two For One

By Dallas St. Clair

It was late November in Iowa and I still had not filled my archery tag. When my wife pulled into the driveway around 3:00 p.m. on the Friday after Thanksgiving to relieve me from watching our children, I almost decided to stay home, though after peeking outside, I noticed the wind direction was favorable for a feeding area on a piece of public land close to home.

I had barely finished pulling my bow up to my stand when two does emerged out of the timber to the north. Both of them were feeding on leftover soybeans, and they quickly worked toward my tree. Like clockwork, the bigger doe did exactly what she had done two nights before and she started closing the distance. She caught me in the middle of my draw cycle but I settled the pin and released the arrow tipped with a 100 grain Wasp Jak-Hammer. The arrow took out both lungs and she only ran a few yards before crashing.

After the excitement died down, I settled and resumed scanning the woods because several other deer remained in the field after the shot. There was still roughly a half-hour of daylight left so I opted to stay put. Only 10 minutes later I spotted movement again to the north. I was able to determine that this was a buck I had glassed a few days before during a scouting trip. Luckily he took the same field trail that my doe had and was approaching fast. I stopped him at 23 yards and sent another Wasp-tipped arrow out of my elevated perch. The buck ran out of sight and, due to the waning light, I was unable to see exactly where the arrow had hit. I elected to retrieve my doe and wait for morning to look for the buck.

The next morning Adrienne and I arrived at my parking spot to make the long hike into my hunting area. The blood trail easily led me to the buck a little more than 100 yards from where I shot him, just beyond the edge of the soybean field. My excitement was on overload and I was glad that Adrienne was there to share my excitement on two public land deer, especially a buck of this caliber.

Simply put, I work hard to get an opportunity at a mature buck each fall and my broadheads have to work just as hard. I put all of my confidence in Wasp. It’s the one piece of gear I don’t have to worry about.