Well I haven't had an opening week like this in a long time. Or at least I dont recall one if I did. I told myself at the start of the season I was going to shoot the first few deer that came by and gave me a good shot opportunity (except for young bucks.) Luckily I haven't had to pass anything. Well late last week my good friend Mike calls me about a possible new hunting spot and says he going to check it out on Sunday afternoon after church. I asked to go along on the property scout and he said sure. Told me to bring along my gear that we would hunt a peice of property he had permission on not far from where we were going. He said he was going to try a ground set up with his ghillie and I could do the same or bring a stand along. I choose to bring my lone wolf hang on. We got to where we were hunting about 3pm and he gave me a quick run down of what the game plan was. Simple enough. Hug the south edge of the 40 with a north wind. Before we left the truck I asked him if this was a shoot whatever walks (minus little bucks) kinda hunt. I always ask when Im a guest because believe it or not Ive had people get a little upset when you shoot a doe or fawn. People and their crazy buck hunting. Mike looked at me like I had three eyes when I asked him about shooting whatever. I knew without a word spoke from him I had my green light. Didn't take long to find a nice straight tree and get atop my hiding perch. Hunted a great woods. Open forest floor and from my hide I could see a long way in each direction. The wind in my face and sun setting I felt like that at any moment the biggest buck of my life could walk by. As I sat day dreaming I happened to glance down in a low water way and noticed a doe and fawn browsing. They were a good 80 yards when I first spotted them and I honestly didn't give them much mind because of the distance. I did stand up just to get a better view. It wasn't long and the fawn decided the trail that lead to my stand was the way to go and made that 80 yards in a hurry. I thought about letting the young girl walk and try for the bigger doe. But, I couldn't do it. She wasn't a mere 5 yards looking away when I drew anchored and sent my arrow on its way. I knew immediately that she wasn't going to go far. With the open forest floor I watched her fall within 60 yards. This is what I found when I got down.
Since Mike was hunting between me and the truck and that was the only tag I had left I decided I would go ahead and field dress her and wait till dark not to disturb my host. I said a prayer of thanks and got to work. Upon field dressing her I found a welcomed sight. A heart shot.
Back home with the harvested game. My host Mike Me and my Shrew.
I am really blessed in life. I want to thank Mike publicly for taking me hunting. No I didn't kill the biggest buck of a lifetime but I had a friend take me hunting and thats more than anyone can ask. This day and age a man sees more posted and no tresspasing signs than invitations to hunt and I appreciate hunting a new peice of property every now and again. A friend will take you hunting. But a true friend will help drag the deer you killed back to the truck. Thanks Mike your a heck of a guy! Glad you got me into this crazy sport. I love it more than words can say!
Topic: 3rd for the week!!!!! Thanks MIKE! (Read 966 times)
