Early Season Success and Mixed Feelings
It was October 6th, 2010. I had decided to go out for an evening hunt. It had been raining for quite a while and we finally got a break in the rain so I figured it would be a pretty good evening. Up to this point in the young season it was fairly uneventful as far as the hunting goes.
I got to my stand right around 4 pm. I saw one deer going into my stand so I knew it would be a good evening. Right around 4:45 I began to see some deer coming from the oak ridge and they were filing into the alfalfa. The deer were going back and forth, into the oaks, then back out to the alfalfa. Suddenly something spooked the deer and I saw what appeared to be a nice doe coming my way. The stand I am in is facing the sun and the cloudy skies disappeared around 4:30. This doe came through the thin set of dogwoods and came to within about 20 yards of my stand. The other deer out in the alfalfa were running around like crazy. So, I figured I better let an arrow fly at her. After moving in and out of the trees a few times I finally had an opening to take a shot. She was about 22 yards away. Forgetting this older bow I have shoots high I shot and hit her in the spine. I quickly got down and finished her off with another arrow.
Then came the disappointment. I realized the doe was not a doe but a button buck. Alot of things came into play here. My son is home form Afghanistan on leave. He really wanted me to get a deer before he goes back. All the fawns I had been seeing were still the light colored brown instead of the darker brown of the more mature deer. My grandmother had just died and I attended her funeral earlier that day. I didn't even look at the head because I thought for sure it was a doe. Shortly after my son came home from Afghanistan he unexpectedly went into respiratory arrest and we had to do CPR on him. We got him back and he is doing great now. So, as you can see I've had a very tumultuous last 2 weeks. Oh yeah, I will add in there about mime and my son's bows breaking. So, after I saw it was a button buck and all the crap that has happened the past 2 weeks I was very dejected.
Then when I came home my son from Afghanistan was very happy I got one down before he left. Even though it was a small one he encouraged me and said you did this for me so don't let anyone make you feel bad about what you got. Then my grandson came out and he was screaming and going crazy. I had never seen him so happy in his life. I really made his day. Seeing the smile on his face and hearing my son's comments, I suddenly realized it wasn't all that bad. I hope you all enjoyed the story and the pics.