After getting down from my stand. I packed my gear in my fanny pack and got my head lamp on. With the near full moon I didn't need to turn on my light. Walking the trail back to the 4 wheeler was surreal. The Oaks & Cyprus trees with the Spanish moss hanging down were like shimmering silver in the moon light.
The ride to Zach's stand was a short one. As I approached everything was black except for the red glow on the end of an arrow shaft stuck in the ground about 15 yards out. Now I was pumped as Zach climbed down. When did it happen, what did you see...I know I was as excited as Zach. He proceeded to tell me that a group of 10 pigs came in early around 5pm. He hurriedly took a shot and missed going over the back...with his non-lighted arrow. Then he climbed down to recover it. Another mistake on my part not to completely prep the boys on pigs coming & going and just be patient. That mistake would rear it's head again.
Then with a Big Smile he said aonther group of pigs came in around dark. The red lighted knock arrow struck a pig. I'm having a hard time calming myself down...where did he run off??? As I looked down at my feet to see this...
Another Big Smile from Zach as he point his light 10 yards to the left of the red glowing arrow. There was his pig. His first bow kill on the first day hunting in his life with the 2nd shot Plus dropping it in sight. He said the arrow was a pass through. The pig ran 10 yards and fell over. He got to see the entire drama unfold right in front of him.
As I took some pictures and watched my son gather up the 60-70# pig, I couldn't help reflecting back 33 years ago to another young man (33 yr) on his first bow hunt with his Dad (66 yr). That story didn't end with a kill...quite the opposite as the young man couldn't even pull his bow back with three deer walking under his stand for fear of being seen or maybe just Buck Fever. I looked up and smiled to my favorite bowhunting partner. I knew he was watching and enjoyed the circle coming full again.