Tag: Bow Hunting

Just a typical Friday

I had flexed time during the week to get done early from work to get a jump start on my Friday night hunt.

I have not missed a Friday night in 7 weeks.

I had thought to go out Saturday morning to my Radix Blind, so I didn’t want to over hunt that area tonight, so I thought we should go back to where Marcus had hunted the night before.

I had hoped that the buck Marcus had seen the night before might make a special appearance.

We got a later start than I would have liked.

This was the 1^st night that Marcus and I would hunt together this bow season.

We Mud Ducked(4 wheeler) down the road and up to the hill.

Oh, the walk….I repeat that again…….. oh, the walk

Thru that long long green hay field.

I am not a fan of long walks to a blind.  Or long walks in general.

I always seem to become a sweaty hot mess by the time I get to the area I want to sit.

Plus, to top it off I am carrying my crossbow on my back and a heavy hunting chair all the way across the field.

Marcus had to carry his hunting chair and the Ghost Blind.

By the time I got to our location my back was on fire from pain, but I consider myself a STRONG WOMAN.

Anyways, we both get settled in,  I sat behind the Ghost Blind and Marcus nestled in way behind me in the bush.

Marcus choose to not hunt tonight, and just hang out with me; we do that sometimes.  Or rather he does that sometimes as he works very hard to set me up for success.

He was going to do a little calling for me here and there.

I am hunting in the Ghost Blind and I am still trying to adapt to the blind, trying to learn the techniques of hunting behind it.  I have only used  it 4 times so far.

There were a few blind spots I was not too happy about.

But you know how that goes once your set up, your set up.

I would have to adapt.

I will save the Ghost Blind story for another post

At 431 pm there was a doe up on the hill in the bean field

I figured she had come from the top of the hill, where Sam, Marcus’s cousin was sitting in the woods

In a tree stand up in the valley hundreds of yards away.

I figured he kicked her up.

For the next hour it was quiet.

In the distance the combine was cutting beans towards our house

There was little to no wind, so still. The weather was enjoyable.

The corn stalks did not move and I could hear the wings from the birds over head

As they flew into the bush all around us.

A blue jay here and a cardinal there.

A few morning doves flew up from the corn field in front of me

I though that might be a sign of movement in the corn field, nothing though

It had to be about 5:30 pm and Marcus had said my name from behind me

I looked back at him to see what he wanted; his eyes pointed to me in the direction of the corn field.

I can read them there eyes to mean deer over there.

The blind is blocking my front view (still trying to adapt to the blind)to the corn field so I had no clue what he was seeing

However, as I looked to my right thru the shooting hole in the blind there is a BUCK, a nice buck about 20 yards out

It was a nice rack to my standards and so I pondered the theory could this be MY RIGHT PLACE RIGHT TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Closest buck I have had in the last 8 weeks

In all the years of hunting this was the 1^st time I had consciously made the decision

That I was going to shoot this buck, LORD willing!

I have passed Bucks up before; you know how that goes

It wasn’t the right BUCK for me.

So, this here buck is to my right. 20 yards out.

I had actually used the range finder on this exact old wooden post in the ground  earlier.

All I can see out of the shooting hole was a head, ears, and antlers

I knew I had to be stealthy to get my bow up and in position without him seeing me.

He never did turn his back at me.

I always thought if I had to raise my bow to a deer that I would see him coming and long have my bow ready to go.  I could prepare, plan it out ahead of time.

Guess it doesn’t always go the way it plays out in my head a dozen times.

I could not see his body at this time, I am pretty sure he wasn’t concerned about me and more about the beautiful hot doe he was following around.  Hmmm wonder where she went.

I thought the buck was gonna go straight to my right up the hill and outta sight.  At this point Marcus doesn’t not know why I am raising my bow for, he figures maybe I will shoot the doe or maybe he thought there was a buck with that doe, come to find out that he had no idea a buck had walked out from the corn

All he saw was a doe that stepped out of the corn, looked in our direction and turned right back around. He had no clue that I never seen the doe he had saw.

Well that Buck did a 180 and walked right to the front of my blind.

The way this played out in the next minute was crazy, I got this buck right in front of my blind, 10 yards

And I can’t see him, blocked by the blind.  I mean the blind did its job, perhaps poor placement on my part.

At this point Marcus gives out  MEHHHH, mind you I cannot see the buck in front of me.

I am unable to get him in the opening in front of me

So, all I had was “HOPE”, hope he took 3 steps further to the opening I had my bow pointed out

Then it happened, he took those 3 steps, he should have been long gone,  but he took those 3 steps.

I have no idea when I took the safety off, no idea that there was lines in the scope I was suppose to line up, no time to breath, BAM

Made contact, just a hair high would be my guess, he was a lot closer than I thought

But who thinks at this time.  Marcus always told me to watch where the deer goes, its important.

I felt confident the arrow went in. No doubt in my mind.

I watched him run down the hay field into the corn, jump up and down the length of the field an as he exited the field I see his one last jump and he was gone, disappeared.

He should have kept running straight ahead up the hill thru the beans to the other side, but I never saw him again.

I continued to watch for movement but none, I was excited.

I felt as though MY BUCK had taken his last breath in that vey place.  I am a good Christian girl and prayed for a quick and painless death and a joyous transition the to BUCK HEAVEN!

I started packing up, but Marcus told me just to chill, that I had to give him time……I ain’t got no time…..I just shot a buck.

I packed everything up and Sam stopped his hunt to come down to help.

Marcus began looking for blood as  did I,  but we didn’t find any!  Was there supposed to be blood????

He also looked by the corn field, no blood!  Oh great….no blood!

The hay is green and short, now I started to doubt myself.  Marcus of course jokes, hope the RAGE opened up, you know you hear those stories.   Really guy!

I decided to send the guys on their merry way to search for my buck.

I walked back thru that long long field to get the Mud Duck and pack everything up. Yes, it was a long walk as I prayed we would find my buck.

As I walked back, I walked next to the corn field, just to look for blood.  I thought he went in further down the field and he did.

I found blood, lots and lots of blood, sprayed all over the corn stalks.

I tried calling Marcus on my walk back, 3 or 4 times, I figured he had his phone on silent.

He finally picked up and I told him that I had found blood.

What a relief.

He said to bring the Mud Duck and then walk up by them.

They were standing about right where I had last saw “MY GUY”.

Yup that is his name “MY GUY”

So, I figured they were waiting for me to confirm exactly where I had last saw him.

Well, I get there and they tell me that they found blood and the trail that he came out of from the corn field.

Sam said he was going to go look down by the corn for blood

Marcus and I walked the bank trying to look for any signs

I didn’t take but 3 steps and there he was down the slope

At the edge of the corn field, he looked so peaceful.

Here was right where I last saw him

He tried to jump the little hill and ran out of blood.

Them guys…..they had already found him prior to me getting there, but they wanted me to be able to find MY GUY on my own.

He is a beautiful buck.  The 1^st thing I did was say a prayer and thanked MY GUY for his sacrifice.

I feel very blessed, blessed beyond words.  I finally did it.  The right place and the right time finally happened.  Do you know how hard it has been for me to find the right place and the right time and to not give up HOPE??????

I take no pleasure in the kill itself.

I am extremely thankful to be given the experience and be able to provide food for my family.

I pay no attention to the stats; all I know is he had 9 points, a 13 inch spread and weighed roughly 135.

He has a sparkling light coat, a nice white patch, and cute little white patches on his feet.

4 years bow hunting and this is my 1^st harvest.  I hit it hard this year because I had switched jobs and didn’t have the time off like I am used too.

This was my 8^th day in a row sitting out.

My heart is happy and my soul content.

When I hunt I take pleasure in being out in nature spending time with GOD and his beautiful creatures.

Its nice to get the monkey off my back so to speak and to put some food in the freezer.

Getting to experience this hunt with my love, Marcus by my side means the world to me as he has been by my side for the last 4 years cheering me on, keeping up my hope, providing his expertise and working the calls.

Thank you Sam and Marcus for getting him home for me.

I have officially joined the tagged out club and I could not be more proud.