As a hard-core bow hunter I love to brave the cold and hit the stand during late-season and last night was no different. I slipped into my hang on about an hour before dark because I know the deer aren’t moving until that last 30 minutes. Right on cue at about 5 o’clock I saw movement in the thicket. Five deer slowly made their way out of the thicket headed in my direction. I slowly grabbed my bow and readied myself for the shot because I knew it was going to be all or nothing. As the deer got into range I was focused on the lead big mama doe. She was very smart had her ears out and was looking hard and finally after a 15 minute stare down she gave it up and my spitfire are it up. By the sound of the shot I knew I hit a little back but she only ran 30 yards and stood there. Right as I expected her to drop a dog came out of nowhere and ran all the deer away and there went my doe. Man do I hate dog walkers in the woods and why would someone be walking their dog so late in the evening. Anyway I got down recovered my arrow and what I suspected was true from the sign on the arrow. I decided to come back this morning and take a look. I hit the trail I last saw her take and not more than 100 yards there she lay. My shot wasn’t as bad as I thought, I entered near lung and came out the gut. What a great feeling it was to recover my big doe. I almost feel as successful getting a big old smart doe like that just as much as getting a big buck. Keep at it this late-season it can be very rewarding.