I was thinking back about the 2011 season and all the events leading up to it. In July, we celebrated my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary. We spent some time working on the box blind. This two year project was to be a great place for my parents to hunt together. Dad also has high hopes the grandkids will kill their first deer from this perch. I figured Mom would tag along simply to enjoy a cold beer and watch the wildlife. I was quite surprised when Dad said she bought a tag this fall.
As most of you know, I spent one of the best weeks of my life there in early November. I had so many great encounters in my limited time, I knew it was gonna be tough to top this season. Fast forward a couple weeks. My dad is busier than all heck delivering several hundred pheasants each day. I’m pestering him to spend as much time as possible in the box blind with the rut in full swing. I’m quite sure he was getting pretty sick of my number showing up on caller ID. Well, when he called last weekend telling me about his buck I was more than ecstatic. It was first time I’ve ever been emotional like this about a deer. A great feeling that I can’t wait to relive with Dad at Christmas time.
Now to tonight. I don’t get a call or text. I happen to open my email and what do I see. Apparently Mom shot her first buck tonight. In her words…
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OK, so it’s not exactly mountable, but I shot it myself and it only ran a few yards and dropped dead, so guess I can only go up from here
So I sit here typing this and I’ve got that emotional feeling again. I’ve realized whatever I’m experiencing has nothing to do with the deer. I love my parents for all they have done for me in my life. The fact that they have supported me through so much and now my latest addiction of deer hunting. Congratulations Carolyn!!! HE IS A TROPHY TO ME!