15 years ago, on the last day of the season I got to the farm early. I had already shot my buck, so I decided to just go and sit since was it was the last time we got hunt the property. Anyways right at daylight, I heard roar. I had never heard a buck roar, so I grabbed my rifle not knowing what made the noise
@1wildcatfan said it best. No such thing as a bad day huntingI always think, well I could be on the boat out in the middle of the gulf gettin the snot beat out of me and the company man wanting us on the upwind side to take a few lifts off and pump some fuel. Then my “bad” day deer huntin seems like the best day in the world
That was a truly beautiful story. A real tear jerker.I had been dealing with horrible target panic with my bow. The more I practiced the more I would punch the release and send the arrows to parts unknown. I was getting down on myself and not sure how to beat it. Then a light went off… just get back to basics and become the predator I knew was in me.
I found a pair of old leopard print tights my wife bought when she dressed up like Peg Bundy for a Halloween party. I cut it to form a snug fitting loincloth and slid them on. The temperature was still above 50 so it wasn’t too uncomfortable other than an occasional deep wedgie.
I marked my body with some charcoal left from a bonfire and was ready to hit the woods. With each step I took I could feel a wolf like mentality rushing through my veins. My senses because razor sharp and my breathing was slow and steady and I was at last at peace with nature.
I found a washed out groundhog hole in a creek bank so I back in and wait for my opportunity to drain the blood from my unsuspecting victim. Just as the sun was starting to set I could hear faint footsteps coming my way. Then closer…and closer…..and it was there… a guy and woman walking their Yorkie….
Now a couple things I learned…. When hunting public land get off the road more than a 50 yards and don’t take it personally when someone starts laughing uncontrollably at you. This was mostly a successful hunt for me because I could have harvested that Yorkie and it wouldn’t have known what hit it. To me the hunt is more important than the kill.
I took back my like on this comment. Getting caught in a hellacious downpour 3/4 mile away from your truck with no rain gear is a tough day in the deer woods