I will be brief, and not be anywhere near the presentation of the likes of Charlie or Killy, but I do wish you would bear with me as I try to give this justice.
For a while now, there has been a "lurker" that goes by the name of Blackjack. His name is Roy.
He contacted me over a year ago on another hunting site here in Maryland in regards to wanting to do something to acquire Sunday hunting in his county. We have a VERY limited Sunday hunting legislation here in Maryland in a few counties, and no Sundays in a lot of them.
Cutting that fact short, Roy became a dynamic force to get Sundays for his county, and he (they)got it.
Little did I know, our numerous conversations on the phone in regards to that had triggered an interest in hunting with traditional gear.
His first traditional kill is already documented here on this site.
Why am I telling you all this?
Well, his passion for hunting and his family is one of the strongest I have ever witnessed.
I had the privilege of going to hunt with Roy yesterday morning. He invited me to come hunt with him and his Dad, and to bring whatever weapon I wanted to, because my freezer is empty. It was our early split of muzzleloader season, so naturally I brought my Bear type 1 takedown recurve
. I have to tell you, it was great to finally meet face to face, and to share a hunt together.
I would have been more lost in the ten minute walk to the stand he guided me on, on the way to his stand, than I was on the dark 1 1/2 hour ride to the unfamiliar roads I drove to get there. I managed to get up in the tree and enjoy a great autumn morning in the Maryland countryside. The view from my stand was a peaceful respite from the insanity that was the days preceding and following.
I did have a lone doe come straight in behind me in a bit of a hurry, and I readied myself for the shot to my left. At about 4 yards behind my perch, she decided to make a life changing decision, and go to my right, and but quick. Not knowing I was there, she had chosen wisely, and turned to exit the only way she could survive. Over my right shoulder and into the mountain laurels on my 4:00, she waved goodbye with her 6.
It was one of those quik rushes you get when they come in fast and leave you at a loss. Disappointed at the immediate outcome, but glad you were there when it happened. That one moment took me away from everything I needed to have a break from and renewed my spirit. Exactly what I needed.
The rest of the morning went on enjoying the day, and perhaps as a bow collector I may have missed some other movement in the area, but what can I say, I got to look at this all morning..
I mean, how can you concentrate on any deer when you have this in your hands?
Anyway....all that drivel aside. I had a great hunt with your new TG brother Roy, and I am certain we'll enjoy some more hunts together and give you all some pics and stories of some freezer fodder courtesy of some old recurves.
Here is a picture of the crazy man. He is on the right with the leafy suit, and I am the distinguished looking one on the left with the really cool bow. :D
Thanks Roy, a great host you were.
Topic: First hunt with a fellow TG'er (Read 216 times)
