The next morning I went to the same butte I was at the first morning. I saw a group of 6 mule deer about 9 am, 2 were spike bucks and one of them was limping on it's right front leg. The wind was in my favor and they ended up bedding 125 yards away. I waited a couple of minutes then noticed one of the spikes at the bottom of the hill in front of me, he bedded down facing me. I was trapped on the butte side with only a small cedar to disguise me. I laid back and watched him for 45 minutes. Finally he was up, stretched, then bedded back down away from me.

The wind was still in my favor and I crawled down the hill on my back, trying to be quiet and move slowly until I got out of the sight of the buck. 15 minutes and 30 yards later I stood up and walked the next 50 yards. At that point I took my pack, boots and quiver off and stalked in my wool socks. I did pretty good being quiet and only managed to get one cactus thorn in my foot.

In this picture I started from the top left hill and the buck was at the bottom of the right hill.
I was trying to get above the bedded buck working along the side of the hill he was bedded below. I noticed the rear end of a bedded doe and realized that I wasn't going to get to the buck. I crouched down, backed up and lined up for a shot on the doe. When I stood up for the shot, she was standing. I shot watching with dread as my arrow was heading towards her stomach. She abruptly turned to her left (she was facing to my left to start) and nearly spun 180 degrees. My arrow entered about 4 inches behind her shoulder and passed through just in front of the opposite hip. I watched in amazement as she tore off down and around the hill with nearly all of the arrow hanging out the other side, covered in blood. Seconds later all the deer appeared at the base of the next hill and I heard a crash in the cedar lined hill, right where the deer was headed.

The shot angle

The wounded deers escape route.
I collected myself and walked back to my pack and boots. I had a brief lunch of kippered snacks (smoked herring), granola bar and water. I texted Tony and let him know I hit a doe good.
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