
October 1st. Bow Hunting Season... for the past 6 October 1sts, I have been bummed, because to me it meant keeping food warm for Bill until he got home, worrying about him falling out of a tree, no more going out to dinner or doing anything fun on the weekends because it doesn't get dark utnil 9:00 p.m..... and on and on...
But this year is DIFFERENT. I decided if you can't beat em, join em... so I am now officially a bow hunter... I have actually bow hunted a little bit the last few years, but this year I got serious, bought a new bow, and practiced shooting all summer...
So here it is opening morning after I have been waiting and waiting, and practicing and practicing... like a kid at Christmas I get up early and am rushing Bill out the door because I am ready to shoot Big Moe.
SIDEBAR (Big Moe is the name of all the big deer, but there is an "actual" Big Moe who lives at Badiner's where we hunt in Mattawan. I saw Big Moe the first year I bow hunted but he wasn't close enough to shoot, AND HE IS HUGE... many other have also witnessed Big Moe, but somehow he has never crossed Bill's path - probably why he is still alive).
So here I am in my stand opening morning with my new bow and my scent lock and I'm actually excited and ready... I have practiced shooting and I am confident that if Moe steps out he is going to be in serious trouble....
It was a little cold on opening morning and I was chilly but so excited to see a deer it didn't bother me at first, but by 9:30 a.m. when all I had seen so far was 2 coyotes and 0 deer, I was starting to be ready to call it a day (not to mention I didn't take a vacation day - and I needed to get to work sometime soon before everyone noticed I was absent - shh don't tell Kent)
So, I am seriously thinking about getting down, when out pops a buck.... SWEET... here he comes I think, "hmmm what is that red stuff on him... oh that's blood, dang it Bill shot that deer" BUT for those of you who don't know, this has happened before... last year Bill shot a deer and it ran in front of me and dropped over dead."
So I was READY... I'm gonna shoot the buck - blood or no blood. He goes behind a tree, I stand up and get my bow ready, and then he decides to walk right to me.. I hold stealthy still waiting.. waiting... waiting... here he comes, he goes behind a branch of the tree I am sitting in, perfect just as I planned, I pull my bow back, look through my peep sight and wait.... all he has to do is take 2 more steps and I will shoot him... at this point he will be about 8 yards from me basically right underneath me...
I wait and I wait, I wait some more and finally I pull my head back from my peep sight and look around, did he change directions, did he walk the other way... MY ARM IS SO TIRED WHERE IS THE DEER????
OK I can't hold my bow back any longer, my arm is so tired and shakey it seems like I have been holding it for 10 minutes or more, where is that deer seriously he was just right here - he only had to walk 2 more steps and I would have shot him.....
All the sudden there is a noise, "is it the deer?" "is it another deer"? What is that noise???? I turn and look and all I see is Bill popping out of the forest, tracking his deer but for some reason he is laughing so hard he can't contain himself" I can see him smiling from 50 yards away, why is he laughing I wonder??
All the sudden it hits me... the buck is dead, under the tree I'm sitting in, that's why he never stepped out, he fell over dead right under my tree... oh brother - the luck of some people...
And I have to ask myself... would I have been better off in bed?
Happy Hunting :-)
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