After her soccer game was over... I went out with my daughter on her first hunt. She's twelve and her name is Candice. She was doing squirrels... I was doing deer.
After the woods settled down a bit she got tag-team-whooped by two squirrels that must have known it was the very first time she wore a hunting license. They got within five feet of us and then panicked as they realized their proximity. MAN they had fun with her and I can't remember enjoying such a sight! In an instant... she experienced her first dose of buck-squirrel fever and never even took her gun off of SAFE... but the look on her face [after those rascals vacated] was priceless.
As the daylight began to fade... I had her unload and rest the gun at her side while we looked for a deer.
Sure enough between fidgets.... the deer came... and I flat-out missed. First shot at a trad deer... and clean missed a nice doe [with closely trailing raghorn] five inches over her back... at about 15 yards. :rolleyes:
When I released... the string
thwapped my forearm. The deer was looking right at me and it was one of them broadside "Here I am! Shoot me!" shots... like I had done something good this past week to deserve such an opportunity.
When she heard the string slap my sleeve... she balled up her muscles and ducked that arrow perfectly. My daughter was amazed at the deers reflexes... and I was befuddled. :confused:
The doe repositioned herself about twenty yards away on the other side of a thicket to our left... and barked for five minutes until the wind shifted and she took off over the next hill... barkin' all the way until we couldn't hear her... telling the other deer how "safe" it was.
With the wheelie bow... I would have smoked her. With the trad set up, however... I was "oh so humbled" and, not to mention, in front of the little one. Nothing wrong with being humbled but... in front of your daughter? For a very long moment it felt as if she "Just found out" I wasn't Superman or something. That was one heck of a slice of pie, I tell ya.
As I sat there re-thinking the shot a little more than I should have... Candice said with a smile and reassuring brow, "Don't worry dad. There will be other chances. Maybe she'll come back!"
Hearing that put things back into perspective, back where they were just a few moments before and I gotta admit... my hunting buddy made me real proud at that very moment. Sometimes it takes a twelve year old...
I have some "first hunt" pics to last a lifetime. Just the two of us... and every one is a trophy.
I love that child...
-Frankb