Tonight at 5:26pm, deer hunting came to end until next fall. We have 5 different weekends from mid-November until mid-January. Before first season I said, “This is going to be my year!” And, it probably would have been if I didn’t have what my pesky, goodhearted, brother-in-law calls “deer fever.”
My first mistake really is out of my control. BUT I have and will continue to practice. I stink…I mean really stink at estimating distances. I thought my target was at approx. 170 yards. Knowing that my firearm was shooting a little lower than where it was sited in, I took my shot a tad bit higher. After it was over we took the range finder out and determined the target was actually closer to 150 which would have been right on had I not added that “tad bit.” First lesson re-learned, always carry your range finder!!
On my next attempt things were really slow and there was nothing in sight. I continued to check in between the bales but was keeping from standing up completely. I had reached the point of peeing through my long-underwear, jeans and camo, insulated, Cabela’s bibs. No, thanks. I got up to leave the blind and there he was. Right on the other side of the main bale. Urgh! He was spooked and jumped over the fence to the neighbors ground. That gave me the motivation to stay. Just 10 more min. I could do it!! I think I can, I think I can. Well, I couldn’t and got up to leave. As I began walking away I realized the buck had jumped the fence and laid down just on the other side. URGH!!
At my third opportunity was a romantic date night in the blind…romantic for us. We had a babysitter and went hunting together. I was trying not to put a damper on the mood but I was irritated with myself after prior attempts. With that said, I had really gotten myself pumped up for this go around…maybe too much. I wanted to get one so bad that I stirred up every ounce of anxiety in my body. Although it was controlled as we patiently waited for supper to appear, my nerves went out of control when my prey came into sight. My biggest fear was spooking the deer before I was able to get myself into a steady position. Unfortunately, I was on the wrong side of the blind and it’s not easy maneuvering two people in a small space with two firearms. I got over to the other side with my hubby instructing me to brace my body against the corn bale before I took the shot. As any good wife would do, I didn’t listen. The barrel was making circles and I missed all three shots. Ugh! Hence, “deer fever”.
So my “deer fever” has continued over the last two months and sadly tonight was my last chance. In order to get a deer, you have to see a deer. And, I did not.
Squirrel and Turkey seasons are next! And, next fall is another season. The best part is my dearest hubby has taken on a lot of the cooking and cleaning so that I can have time to hunt.
So even though I didn’t get a deer, I have a wonderful dear!
The weather has turned cool, the leaves are changing into beautiful colors, the combines are spinning their wheels and spiders are plentiful. (Ugh!) I realize the first official day of fall came & passed a couple of weeks ago but until today I just wasn’t ready or in the mood. I LOVE the fall but it reminds me that winter comes next.
We took a drive up to my hubby’s grandma’s farm which is currently getting a face-lift. As we drove I admired the new colors and a funny story from last year came to mind. Willis & I were discussing the change of summer to fall. I told him that there were four seasons and proceeded to list off Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. Immediately *with a capital E! LOL!* he exclaimed “No, no, no, Mama! You forgot deer season!!!” It was another one of those moments when I thought my tongue really would fall off from biting it so hard. I tried my best not to giggle and said that he was correct there is a deer season. I couldn’t resist emailing his teacher and sharing the story. Apparently, I had again forgotten another season. The class had also been discussing the change in seasons and when they listed our four traditional seasons he insisted they were wrong and proceeded to correct the teacher by saying…
“No, no, no!! You forgot deer season & combine season!!” So in our home we celebrate six seasons during the year! You can’t fault him for being wrong. The eyes of a child sure can simplify life and put things in perspective.
Speaking of deer season…it started at sun-up on Friday morning. At 7:15am, my brother harvested his first doe of this year’s ‘Deer season.’ He closed the day by harvesting a button buck. I called him yesterday evening and just moments before he had two walk under his stand. Don’t worry, I asked that he leave a few for the rest of us!
Have a great sunny, fun week!!