I had been looking forward to getting back home for Thanksgiving. Since my parents live on the farm that's been in my Mom's family for several generations, I get to visit and hunt on the same trips. Unfortunately, my folks called Tuesday and announced that my Grandfather had passed away so I headed out a day early to attend the funeral.
The last time I'd seen him, was the only other chance I'd had to visit (and deer hunt) this season. When I'd come in from the woods, Grandaddy would welcome me with a "didja git eem?" "No sir....saw a few...but couldn't get a shot with the bow."
I got a pronghorn longbow off a tradganger after last season and I've been itchin to make some meat with it. Turkey season wasn't good this year, had a great NM elk hunt but no shots and then just haven't been able to get in the deer woods hardly at all this year.
Well, knowing I'd get to do some hunting over the holiday, I'll admit.....I went back to the gravesite after everyone had left and talked it over with Grandaddy. I asked for some help and told him I hoped he'd join me at the farm.
Didn't get much sleep on Wednesday evening. Woke up to a crisp clear day and had a sense of confidence that I've rarely felt in the woods. I absolutely knew I was going to get one. Check that....."we" were going to get one.
At 5 o'clock, a doe popped out about 100 yards up wind of my tree and like she was being led with a leash, fed her way towards me. On Q, she turned broadside at 20 yards and then an arrow zipped through her lungs. Startled a bit by the arrow, she made a few hops to about 30 yards, looked back and fell over dead.
Thanks Grandaddy. I hope we can do it again some day.
118 lbs.
Topic: A Special Thanksgiving (Read 597 times)
