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Showing posts with label Deer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deer. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Kids, Phones & Blood


       My daughter recently had a birthday. She was so sneaky at "borrowing" people's smart phones to play the games, that we thought we would be the best mom and dad "ever!" and get her an ipod so that she can play her own silly games. We were right of course, she was blown away when she saw it. We were not however, ready for the backlash. She became a droid! We never see her anymore, she stays in her room constantly consumed by electronic drunkenness. We get her school work done in the mornings and she always ask, "Can I go play my phone now?" I know this is something I need to get her away from because we are an active family and I can not get her to go to the grocery store now. Not that I myself like going there either. I remember those days when I was a kid. Wake up early if you wanted breakfast, help out my grandparents in the shop, garden, yard, etc. then play OUTSIDE until supper time. That was it. We were full of creativeness. My cousin and I used to play at my uncle's construction site and build ramps, play houses, and tunnels in dirt piles for our matchbox cars. We didn't want to go inside, even when it rained. Luckily we had the place to do that stuff and granted I currently live in town with a tiny yard, but just sitting on your butt playing on a device is a waste of a perfectly good butt. I chose to home school her because I remember my summers at my grandparents and how much I learned from that experience, why shouldn't she get that year round?
       I grew up in the country, so I proudly accept the label "country". At my daughter's age I got up at 4:00 a.m. with my mom and met up with friends at the truck stop, then headed to the deer camp. I didn't have a choice, but I liked it too. I helped her listen for direction of deer since she is deaf in one ear. But my favorite hunting experiences were going with the men who followed the dogs to trail and jump deer. I learned how to walk quietly and the difference between how a kid will be still, and how I was supposed to be still, ha ha. So imagine our surprise when our daughter simply refuses to be outdoors or go hunting. "It's too cold, it's too buggy, it's too bright, it's too hot, and I KANT be quiet!" Who is this child? We currently hunt on farm land. Because we don't gun hunt, we are allowed to hunt if we help keep the hogs away. I appreciate it so much, but we can't bring a four wheeler and it is not close to home. Preparing for deer season has its battles, such as, carrying a 50 lb bag of corn a mile walk to the stand and an eight year old stomping and complaining the whole trip. It isn't fun being hot, I get it, but, my dad always worked hard on our farm and it is that good kind of hard work. Yes, you are tired, hot, hungry and sore but it is the kind of work that makes you proud and accomplished. She did not however get the insight.
       I'm not sure if the weather change, the passing of another year, or the t.v.  is to be applauded, but, something clicked in Harli that was unexpected. We check the game cam pretty regularly on the t.v. and are blustered by a gazelle looking spike that keeps eating all the corn. When Harli found out she may be the answer to our prayers she suddenly felt like it was her duty to rid us of this genetic sadness that this deer would bring upon future hunters. Because my husband and I  share a stand, and share a daughter who is not particularly fond of getting up or the hunting experience, we take turns hunting. Harli is so curious if anyone has seen "her" deer. I told her she should learn to hunt and maybe we can take her out on youth hunt and see what happens. Well hearing about a special day just for her perked those little ears up.



        Yesterday evening we had a cold snap and Colt went to the stand to sit a while. It seemed as if all the horns had other things on their mind and after watching a turkey eat corn for two hours, Colt decided he might as well get a doe and get some meat stocked up in the freezer. Because of the long walk, I stay by the phone so I can assist on retrieval. I told Harli we needed to go and in a hurry because it was getting dark and we had to track where the deer went. This child was ready and out the door before I was! Colt and I taught Harli how to follow a deer using blood, tracks, and branches, and I showed Harli how at night, you shouldn't be scared of getting lost because the sky is like a map. My science loving daughter finally made the connection between science and outdoors thanks to blood, the t.v. and this wonderful fall weather in the South. She is now so excited about doing more, maybe she will get a Hoyt  from MR. Santa Clause, and maybe a hunting app or two from her momma. =0)



Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Feet Kickin' with Jealousy

I am finishing up my final semesters of college. This is where most of my focus is and my time goes. When bow season opened up all I kept hearing was the guys giddy with Buck fever. I of course just roll my eyes because they are rubbing it in that they get to go hunting and I don’t. Somewhere along the lines of stress, little sleep and a bad golf swing I pulled a pectoral muscle. The same week, Colt, the sweet guy that he is took my bow for a check up at Archers Image. They also decided that I should be pulling back about ten pounds more than I was.
Right before Thanksgiving break, I finally made it to the stand. I was ready to shoot anything that came to me.  Getting to the stand too early has its flaws. The shooting rail had been pushed all the way back and was jammed under a branch I couldn’t see. So I sat there with no cover and everytime I attempted to adjust, the noise was awful or that little buck would walk up behind me. I gave in and decided stealth mode would work just as well.
About 10:00 there was a lot of movement and noise. I was ready. Blood was finally starting to flow to my poor frozen toes.  A doe came out and I raised my bow waiting on the possibility. When the time came, I pulled with all of my might on that bow. My chest felt like it was shredding and the bow felt like it was pulling back. I couldn’t give up, not when I might not get a chance to come out til January and Colt had already used up two of his tags.  My feet started kicking like I was running a marathon and I swear I didn’t tell them to do that.  That pretty pink string touched my cheek and the doe was still watching. Can you believe after all that effort and all that pain, the deer stayed, and after all of that…………she was chased off by another doe. I couldn’t do anything but laugh because my legs ran faster than hers.

Let's Cuddle

I was always my mother’s assistant hunter growing up. But because she needed me to listen for her I never got the chance to do it on my own. My family is a little selfish with sharing guns or possibly letting one get away so as I got older I just stayed home or hung out at the camp. See my birthday unfortunately is November 14.  As many of you might guess, it sucks having a birthday on opening day of gun season unless you are the one hunting. My husband actually thinks I am cool enough to hang out with him on what is known as guy activities. He got me into hunting again, plus golfing which I never thought I would enjoy. I love that he likes to share these things with me instead of separating it and us. Lucky for us we actually get along great together, it takes lots and lots of patience.
The greatest thing about bow hunting is that you have way more days to hunt than you do with a gun. Once I got a chance to hunt, my husband bought me a blind and set it up for me while I was at school. The next morning I was told where to go and to take the 22 for backup.  I finally made it to the blind after walking through unknown territory in the pitch black. I spooked several sleeping critters while finding my way but I believe I was way more spooked than they were. When daylight approached I noticed some movement.  The coyotes are really bad in this area, so bad that I didn’t dare take a snack with me, even though I needed the boost.
I spotted a doe and she came right to my food plot.  She was too small but I knew if she was moving more was coming. I quickly glanced down to make sure my bow was good to go and when I looked back up that dang coyote  had her head IN MY TENT!!!! I know that hunting brings that thrill of adrenaline but this is NOT the experience I expected to make me eat my heart. Thank you Colt for making me take that rifle.  The pure talent that can be manifested when you are scared out of your mind is an amazing thing. If you had asked me to shoot a can on a log one handed with that gun, it might had taken a few trys. I reached for the gun pinkied the safety, gave a slight tilt and shot. When it was done I just closed my eyes and texted my husband in big caps….TOMORROW I GET THE CLIMBER AND YOU CUDDLE WITH THE COYOTES.