This last weekend was archery opener in the sierras. My wife Melissa's third archery season, she was pretty wound up to get her first buck. During the first morning, she was covered in deer--7 bucks to be exact. Unfortunately they were behind her and she could not see them as the back window to the tent blind was closed--a lesson that we both learned from. As they fed off over a rise, a gimpy little buck with a spike that stuck straight up on the right and a tiny 1" fork on the left came in and practically climbed into the blind with her. I wish I had a camera as he placed his nose through the front window. I suppose that we have our scent control under control! He slowly fed back into a creek bottom adjacent to the area that we were sitting.
That evening, Melissa assumed her position in the blind and I sat about 70 yards to her right and about 40 yards in front of her in some bushes. After sitting for about 30 minutes, fat little 3x2 came into view and began feeding about thirty yards to the left of Melissa. After about 15 minutes the buck bolted. I could hear a dog barking in the distance and figured that the barking scared the buck off. Twenty minutes later Melissa was standing next to me. I told her get back in the blind that the deer would come back out any minute now that the dog had stopped barking. With a smile, she said she could get back into the blind but that it might be hard to find the deer that she had just stuck!
I am so very proud of my wife. 13 years ago when we married, she did not have any interest in hunting and did not want to see any of my fire arms around. At one point, I had an oil skin Browning hat that she loved to wear until she found out that Browning produced firearms. Now we have four beautiful children who all want "buck" for dinner. Last night while we ate the tenderloins. My third child Audrey told Melissa, "Thank you for shooting a buck for dinner Mommy. Will you take me to shoot a buck when I am old enough?" With a smile Melissa said, "I sure will!"
Oh yes, I shot a fat little forky myself
That evening, Melissa assumed her position in the blind and I sat about 70 yards to her right and about 40 yards in front of her in some bushes. After sitting for about 30 minutes, fat little 3x2 came into view and began feeding about thirty yards to the left of Melissa. After about 15 minutes the buck bolted. I could hear a dog barking in the distance and figured that the barking scared the buck off. Twenty minutes later Melissa was standing next to me. I told her get back in the blind that the deer would come back out any minute now that the dog had stopped barking. With a smile, she said she could get back into the blind but that it might be hard to find the deer that she had just stuck!
I am so very proud of my wife. 13 years ago when we married, she did not have any interest in hunting and did not want to see any of my fire arms around. At one point, I had an oil skin Browning hat that she loved to wear until she found out that Browning produced firearms. Now we have four beautiful children who all want "buck" for dinner. Last night while we ate the tenderloins. My third child Audrey told Melissa, "Thank you for shooting a buck for dinner Mommy. Will you take me to shoot a buck when I am old enough?" With a smile Melissa said, "I sure will!"
Oh yes, I shot a fat little forky myself
