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My first Deer Hunt: A long read.

fishermanbenfishermanben Member Posts: 15,370
Here's another attempt at me to be an outdoor/hunting columnist.

I grew up in a family of bow hunters. Every year a group of family members and friends went on a 9-day hunting trip to Shawnee National forest. To me going on that first deer-hunting trip was a right-of-passage. It didn't only mean that I got to bow-hunt, it also meant I was one of the men. I got to drink with the men. I got to curse with the men. I was respected like a man.

So, when I was eleven years old my Grandpa John got me an American Bow and a dozen arrows for Christmas. I was a little terd. I weighed in at about 90 pounds, and I was short. He told me that when I could pull back 40 pounds I would be legal to hunt. I've never done so many repetitive motions in my life, and that includes my teenage years. It seemed like pulling back 40lbs was out-of-reach. But, I knew what I had to do, and I had about 9 months to accomplish the task before my family hunting trip.

A week before the trip, my Grandfather called me. He asked if I could pull back 40lbs. I told him that I could. (I didn't tell him the amount of * contortions it took to get it back, or that I couldn't hold it for more than 20 seconds.) He asked me if I could hit consistently at 20 yards. I said, "Yes". (I didn't tell him that after shooting 4 or 5 arrows I had to let my arm rest.) It didn't matter what I 'didn't tell him', he did not question my word, and he wanted me to go.

So, the morning came when it was time to leave. We packed up, and started on our journey south. Soon enough, we were there. We got camp set up, and my Grandpa took me out to set up my stand. My stand was on a nice little pond next to a perfectly manicured food plot. I was hunting in a tree that my great-uncle had already put climbing spikes in before I was even born. The stand was about a mile and a half from our camp on our way to the main road. I had never sat in a tree stand before, and climbing up there was a task that should have required at least another 6 inches on each of my legs. But, I was young--I'd stretch, grab, and pull myself up to the next set of spikes until I got to my perch. It was easy--I was excited.

After setting up my stand, we headed back to camp and my Grandfather said he had to go into town to fill the water buckets. He nonchalantly said, "Benjamin, Grab your bow and I'll drop you off at your stand for the evening hunt."

I shirked, "I don't know Grandpa, I'll just leave my bow behind, until I get used to sitting in a tree."

He looked at me with a strong look of suspicion. He calmly said, "Take your bow, nobody will be with you--Nobody will make you shoot."

There really wasn't much for me to think about then. When he said, "Take your bow" he meant it. It was time to get suited up.

I put on my $15 dollar camo jacket, grabbed my bow case and finger tabs, and was off for my first sit. He set me up in my stand and told me to "stay put". He'd be back in about an hour and a half to pick me up.

I watched as he casually walked away, and I sat...and I sat.....and I sat..and I must of sat for at least 30 minutes when I suddenly noticed that a buck had made it to within 35 yards of my stand.
"Okay" I said to myself. "This is it." Thoughts were racing through my head faster than my heart was beating. "Is it possible for a deer to hear you breathing? Surely he can hear me gasping for air. Okay, nock an arrow. OHHH NOOO!!!" I dropped that DAMN ARROW.

"He's looking right at me, be calm now. Breathe. Breathe. Okay, he's eating again. Nock another arrow. Okay, DRRRRRRRRRAAAWWW. Hold..HOLD...CAN'T HOLD ANY LONGER.Must let down draw..easy..easy..Urrrrggg.DAMN, I just dropped my second arrow! He's looking right at me at about 25 yards. Okay, he's eating again."

Now by this time I'm shaking like a puppy passing peach seeds. I've had to sit down twice because my knees were shaking so badly. But I stood back up and got in position. "Get yourself together..be still..breathe..okay he's behind a tree. Nock another arrow, Quickly!..Quietly!.Here he comes. He's close. DRAAAAAWWWW-AIM-HOLD-RELEASE!!!"

With that he took off running through the woods. I climbed down out of my stand and began to run back to camp. I must've ran that mile and a half in about 10 minutes. I got up to the tent, and the other guys were all still doing camp chores. They gave me a look that said, "What in the Hell are you doing back already?". Before they could speak, I shouted, "I got one!!! I got one!!! I got a deer!!!"

My Uncle Bill looked at me through his wise old eyes and said, "Now Benjamin, You do realize that today is Halloween and not April Fools, don't you?"

"Yes," I exclaimed, "I really think that I got a deer."

"Well," he said "Let's wait until your Grandpa gets back from town, and we'll decide what we're going to do then."

The questions kept coming until Grandpa got back. And when he did arrive, he was not happy. "I told you to stay put!" he scorned.

I quickly retorted, "But Grandpa, I got one!"

"You did?" he replied, "Is there any blood? Did you find your arrow? Where did you hit him?"

Well my answers to these questions were a resounding, "I don't know." And, I didn't know for sure, which didn't help my situation any.

It was then decided that we would eat dinner before we went out to check. Talk about self-doubt. I have never been so nervous in my life. I had to ask myself if I really had hit him, and the guys new it. I heard a couple of my cousins talking, and they thought I was full of crap. When I repeated my story, I could only see more looks of doubt in their eyes.

We finished eating and a group of five of us made it out to my stand.

"Okay" they asked "Where was he when you shot him?"

I showed them where, and guess what. NO BLOOD.

My Uncle then said, "Ben, why don't you climb up in your tree stand and tell us where he was."

I did. No blood. No arrow.

My Grandpa then said, "Ben, if you shot an arrow it's got to be here somewhere are you sure."

Right then he was interrupted, "HOLY $*HIT!!!" my cousin yelled from a distance. "I GOT BLOOD RIGHT HERE!!!"

My Grandfather walked over to my cousin and looked down, and to this day I can still hear his words echoing in my head. Those words that meant I was not a kid anymore. Those words that meant I was not Full-of-S*HIT. Those words that meant everyone who doubted me now had to look me in the eyes and congratulate me. Those words that meant I'd done good. Looking down at the blood in the leaves, he said those two words that every hunter lives to hear. "Heart Shot."

Comments

  • 270 Deer Slayer270 Deer Slayer Member Posts: 1,633 ✭✭✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    Great Story!! So did you find the deer, how far away was it? How big was it? Do you have a picture of it?

    "A blood trail is life" (Ted Nugent)
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  • buckeyboybuckeyboy Member Posts: 5,833
    edited November -1
    Awsome story, Ben enjoyed reading it very much. brought me back a few years Thanks[^][^]
    BUCKEYBOY
  • SuspensionSuspension Member Posts: 4,783
    edited November -1
    It's not done, I can't wait to hear what happened from there....

    good article ben!!

    NRA Life Member ---"A pocket knife, a clean hankey, and a pistol... things I can use." - Ted Nugent
  • rovrmanrovrman Member Posts: 1,000 ✭✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    Great story, you left us hanging. What was the outcome?
  • fishermanbenfishermanben Member Posts: 15,370
    edited November -1
    Oh is it really that important? It was a 1.5 y/o Five pointer[;)]. He was about 50 yards from first blood, and about 70 yards from my tree stand. Had I not been so high on adrenaline I probably could have seen him fall.[:)]But that's not the point.[:I]

    Ben
  • SuspensionSuspension Member Posts: 4,783
    edited November -1
    Great story Ben, even though your ending lost a lot of the
    excitement you had going. Does your family still get together
    and do hunts like that? That sure sounds nice, definately something
    to look forward to each season.

    Did you get an attitude after killing a buck on your very first bow hunt? [:D]

    NRA Life Member ---"A pocket knife, a clean hankey, and a pistol... things I can use." - Ted Nugent
  • fishermanbenfishermanben Member Posts: 15,370
    edited November -1
    Yes, suspension, we still go on the trip every fall. I had a lot of hard times with teachers through the years. I would tell them at the beginning of each semester about my 'camping' trip. One "anti" teacher heard me say it was a hunting trip and told me that I would fail her class if I left. Now keep in mind I was 1 month from being finished and it was a very hard class and I had a solid 'B'. My response was, "If that's the way it's gotta be, I'll see you in the Spring."

    As for the attitude? I wasn't even in my tree for a half hour before I shot my first deer. I don't think I had an attitude problem, but it did take another season to realize that it is not that easy.

    Ben
  • salzosalzo Member Posts: 6,837
    edited November -1
    GREAT READ!!

    "Waiting tables is what you know, making cheese is what I know-lets stick with what we know!"
    -Jimmy the cheese man
  • SuspensionSuspension Member Posts: 4,783
    edited November -1
    That is great you guys still go Ben. Tough teachers, gees, My high school always canceled school the first or first two days of shotgun season, nobody showed up anyway if they didn't cancel [:D]
    I didn't hunt much through college, just weekends. I went to a local college.

    Boy I sure had an attitude after my first deer. I got a 9 point scraggley (spelling?) racked 9 point my first year I was allow to go during shotgun season. Thought I was king !~%& for a while, until I never shot another for two years after that[:0] That lowered my attitude a bit. [:D][:I]


    NRA Life Member ---"A pocket knife, a clean hankey, and a pistol... things I can use." - Ted Nugent
  • s.guns.gun Member Posts: 3,245
    edited November -1
    Good story Ben.[:)]Reminds me of a few exciting story's of my own.I just can write it that well.



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  • texashntrtexashntr Member Posts: 28 ✭✭
    edited November -1
    good read, definately brought back alot of memories.
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