With life happening @ the speed of light the past couple of weeks, I thought I would post something light for a change. I thought I would share a hunting experience that wasn't funny @ all when it occurred but should make you laugh as I relive it.
Last year, I was hunting in an area that I had never been in before. A friend of mine had been there on a controlled hunt and raved about how many deer there were. Presumably because there was no hunting pressure as only those hunters drawn for controlled hunts were allowed in the area. Fortunately, that wasn't totally true. Turns out that bow hunters were allowed in once rifle season was over.
So... I went bowhunting with my friend at the first possible opportunity. We entered the woods @ the intestine of dawn. For those of you unfamilar with that term it is the time of utter darkness before the crack of dawn. Since I was not familiar with the area, I sat down @ the base of a tree @ the bottom of the hill waiting until there was just enough light to see. While I waited anxiously for the sun to show it's face, I sat my backpack down and pulled the quiver from my bow and sat it down as well. I nocked an arrow and prepared to shoot the first thing that came across my path.
My friend was already seated in his tree stand and was comfortably waiting for a deer to get close enough for him to take the shot. So as light dawned I decided that I would make the trek up the hill to see what I could see. Those of you who hunt will understand stalking but I took it to a whole new level. It literally took me three plus hours to walk roughly 100 yards up the hill. I had just crossed a small open area and entered the next woodline when I heard a noise to my left. I turned slowly only to find four does walking through the woods directly toward me. Excited, I started to turn slowly so I could get off the shot. Something you need to know about deer if you don't already, not only do they have a fantastic sense of smell BUT they can see pretty good too! Two deer ran down the hill away from me and one ran back up and over the hill. However, the fourth ran toward me and stopped BROADSIDE about 10-15 yards away from me.
I started drawing my bow back and for the first time, I had my finger on top of my release instead of behind. I'm sure you can see where this is going... My finger slipped and my arrow went sailing over the deer at half draw. She disappeared up and over the hilltop as fast as she had appeared.
No problem I thought to myself. I'll just nock another arrow and wait for the next deer to show up. So, I reached around for my quiver and well... suffice to say, I had a problem. My quiver was not attached to my bow. It wasn't on the ground nor was it attached to my pack. It was only then that I realized what had happened. I HAD LEFT IT ON THE GROUND AT THE BASE OF THE STUPID TREE!
I covered that 100 yards in about 10 minutes and then spent the next hour searching for the exact tree where I stopped earlier in the morning. Finally finding the tree, I located my quiver and nocked another arrow. Needless to say, I was anxious to get back up the hill before the next deer came along. It only took me about 20 minutes to get back up the hill and when I had reached the same spot (literally within inches of where I had been standing when the first group of deer showed up), I heard more movement in the woods.
I turned and saw two bucks following a doe. I started to turn (much more carefully this time) and face downhill so they would pass right in front of me. As I turned, I saw that the first buck was easily 12-14 points and quite a good size. The second buck was smaller... probably an 8 pointer or so. The doe proceeded to walk right past me about 10-15 yards away. The larger buck stopped BROADSIDE right in front of me about 10-15 yards away. By this time, I was at full draw and had him dead in my sights. All I could think of was the trophy that was going to grace my wall @ home. I let the arrow fly and it was dead on. UNTIL... until it was about 2-3 yards away from him and I saw it go straight up in the air. I couldn't believe it! I stared in disbelief as he and the doe sped off down the hill and I was left alone in the woods except for.... Except for the second buck!
He stopped in the exact same spot as the big buck and set himself up on a silver platter. Ripe for the killing! However, I had no arrow nocked. I slowly reached around to grab another arrow and made to much noise as I clanged the shaft against the bow. Needless to say, he sped off down the hill following the other two.
I had seen 7 deer in a matter of an hour and a half and had two kill opportunities! However, I was down two arrows and was still empty handed. At this point, being down to a single arrow, I decided to cut bait and run. I left the deer woods that day empty handed and downtrodden. That's why they call it "hunting"! Otherwise, it would be called "killing".
Today I can laugh about it and am much the wiser for it. Wisdom comes in many shapes and many forms. Learning from our mistakes makes us wise. Learning from the mistakes of others makes us wiser still.
Hope you enjoyed the story. Never stop learning! Live life wisely and have fun!