This fall my brother and I had the opportunity to hunt Ohio for White tail deer. We had traded a few fishing trips for a deer hunt. Jamie, the guy that was to take us, had giving up deer hunting after harvesting more quality deer with a bow than both my brother and I had every seen. He had started crappie fishing all over the south including Reel Foot Lake and Weiss Lake in Alabama. Crappie fishing is my brother’s specialty. This past spring, Larry put Jamie and some friends on several good days of fishing and sending them home with several nice packs of fillets. I had also taken him on a successful rockfish trip for good measure.
Our first trip north was during rut, the second week in November, during Ohio’s archery season. We both went out and bought crossbows. Being new to crossbows, I purchased mine a few weeks prior to going in hopes of getting in some practice. The crossbow I choose was more expensive than any gun that I had every purchased. I was becoming comfortable with the bow and was impressed with the accuracy. It was equipped with a scope with three different cross hairs that were set for 20, 30, and 40 yards as well as a useful crank.
One afternoon while a friend,