The deer season here in Indiana didn't end up quite like I'd hoped it would. I dedicated my season to my friend Richard, who passed away from cancer last May. I have to admit that I didn't hunt as hard as I should/could have. In early November a good friend killed a very nice 10 point while hunting with me. I was thrilled for him as he'd had a couple of rough seasons and he made a perfect shot on a very nice buck.
There were at least two other nice bucks that were using this property and I just knew that come gun season they would be spending even more time there. There is only one family member that hunts this property with a gun and due to his job, he only hunts weekends. Pressure on the neighboring properties usually pushes the deer onto our little 80 acres, and buck sightings increase once the shooting starts all around me.
First weekend of gun season, a nice 9 pointer was killed on the land directly to the east by the landowners' son. It was his first antlered deer, and I was happy for him. A few days later, the landowner to the northwest called me and said that a timber cruiser had found a nice 8-point dead near his storage building and that it hadn't been dead too long. Now I'm not a forensic specialist, but it appeared to be a small caliber wound. We are guessing it was shot from the road in the clover field next to the landowner's storage building. Nice buck that was 22" wide and all the meat wasted.
That just about did it for me as far as my desire to hunt. I did have several opportunities at some young bucks, and I did shoot under a doe. Big old girl that was carrying her right front leg. Shot just under her chest at bit more than 25 yards.
So as far as putting meat in the freezer, the season was a failure...but I did get plenty of time to sort my thoughts and try to make sense of all the bad things and ask God to help me to prioritize the good things. Thought a lot about past hunts with my friend and the times we shared in the outdoors. My mind is still not at peace, but I am working toward it.