A deep, steadying breath and a slow squeeze of the crisp, two-stage S1 trigger sealed the deal. From 65 to 20 yards, he closed the gap.Įarlier, I had turned on the EVO-X Marksman Elite scope’s illuminated reticle, so I had a clean, precise point-of-aim as soon as the buck turned for a slightly quartering-to shot. The body and spread were big enough, and with the time quickly winding down on our hunt, I intended to bring this boy home. He was a “racked buck,” but it was too dark to count points. With the TenPoint Havoc RS440 still patiently balanced on my knee, I eased my eye behind the scope. Legal shooting light had now ticked down to a couple of minutes and I was already pondering how I would dress for the crisp, twenty-some degree hunt the next morning.Īnd then I heard the snaps and crunches as something big worked its way through the dry brush. That bigger buck was out there, somewhere, although I was beginning to think it may have wandered into another draw and my physical anguish would be for naught. The doe sauntered off, but the four-point continued to graze. I kept my breathing slow and steady while ignoring the infuriating itches that inevitably arise to torment the locked-down hunter. Hunched on the ground with the bottom of the crossbow grip balanced on my knee, I waited.
Ten minutes later, the fork-horn rolled onto the scene, doubling the ears, noses, and eyeballs that could spoil my ambush. Their target was the small plot of winter wheat below my makeshift brush blind.įirst, the doe arrived, feeding on the hair-like shoots of bright green leaves bursting up through the compact, ochre-hued soil. Normally, I would not have put myself through such misery for so long, but an hour earlier, I had spotted a shooter buck on the ridge above me and knew it would be following the doe and four-point in front of me. The silence was crypt-like, with only the odd cardinal shuffling in the crispy leaves to prove I’d not gone deaf. I was stuck for over half an hour, sitting on hard-baked Oklahoma clay with my crossbow up and barely a wisp of cedar branches between me and two deer feeding 20 yards away. Any subtle move, any hint of noise, any minor shift in wind direction and the game is over. There is little to no cover between you and your target. Your weapon is up and ready to take the shot. If you’re ready to invest in the ultimate hunting crossbow, look no further than TenPoint’s all-new Havoc RS440Įvery deer hunter-especially vertical bow and crossbow hunters-knows what “being stuck” means.
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