When I was a young man and first hunting with the men in my extended family, I was surprised at how many times my Grandfather passed up shots on deer. He always had what sounded like a pretty lame excuse to me, "They were so small", "I don't have time before chores to properly dress it out", etc.
I was out all day yesteday hunting in temperatures in the teens. I had already filled my buck tag and I had an anterless tag. About 3:00 PM a doe stepped out of the brush and commenced feeding on the brush ends. She eventually worked her way over to the food plot and was still there feeding when I snuck out of the blind at 4:40 PM. I remember hearing myself thinking, "She is so small". "I would have to go "all the way back to the barn" to get the tractor and roll her into the bucket to take her back to the barn." (No dragging, mind you).
Since it was only 5 degrees when I went to bed last night, I decided to sleep in. I got up at 7:00 AM and looked out the windows on the back porch. There were two does within 100 feet of the barn. (The barn is only 50 yards from the house) All I had to do was to slide open a window, place the sand bags in the window opening, and pull up the shooting chair, which is kept at the ready. I can't even come up with an excuse why I didn't shoot. I just enjoyed knowing that I could have, if I wanted.
I guess I have finally learned what my Grandfather knew all those years ago - "hunting isn't always about the shooting."
I was out all day yesteday hunting in temperatures in the teens. I had already filled my buck tag and I had an anterless tag. About 3:00 PM a doe stepped out of the brush and commenced feeding on the brush ends. She eventually worked her way over to the food plot and was still there feeding when I snuck out of the blind at 4:40 PM. I remember hearing myself thinking, "She is so small". "I would have to go "all the way back to the barn" to get the tractor and roll her into the bucket to take her back to the barn." (No dragging, mind you).
Since it was only 5 degrees when I went to bed last night, I decided to sleep in. I got up at 7:00 AM and looked out the windows on the back porch. There were two does within 100 feet of the barn. (The barn is only 50 yards from the house) All I had to do was to slide open a window, place the sand bags in the window opening, and pull up the shooting chair, which is kept at the ready. I can't even come up with an excuse why I didn't shoot. I just enjoyed knowing that I could have, if I wanted.
I guess I have finally learned what my Grandfather knew all those years ago - "hunting isn't always about the shooting."