So this was my oldest son’s 3rd year rifle hunting. Started at age 10, an opener that began with a small buck walking directly into our set-up right at shooting light. Anter restrictions (of which I am a big supporter of) required that we hold off on taking a shot until we could verify that he had brow tines. Forks were obvious, but the pale morning light wasn’t enough to be sure if brows were there, or if I was just wishing to see them. We never found out – he busted us and ran away. Okay, a great first 20 minutes of my son’s hunting career. And a good teachable moment – don’t shoot unless you know for sure.
That was 3 years ago, and probably no less than 90 hours of sitting in the stand ago. Sadly, I’m not exaggerating on the time. We have sat. And sat. And walked. And walked. A couple of our spots are close to 2 miles from the truck.
Aside from the glimps of a fawn that we spotted through the brush on opening morning this year, we have not seen any other deer. Nothing.
It gets worse.
Without fail, when we go to Stand “A” on a given morning, and a buddy goes to Stand “B”…you guessed it, the buddy sees deer. Chip-shots. And after I bring my boy home after the first 3 days of season and I return to the woods – guess it again, I see deer.
There are some obvious answers to our situation – the first of which is to hunt areas that are more populated with deer. I get that. But rifle season (to me, and I’d like to instill in my boys) is more about the tradition than the seeing/killing of deer. I continue to hunt the same woods my grandfather started hunting in the late 1940s.
So there you have it. My dobber is down. I so desperately want my boy to be as addicted to this sport as I. And (thankfully) he still presents as though he is enjoying himself. He is. Yet, he’ll return to school today to get the report from his buddies – most of whom have already shot a deer or two last year from heated/inclosed stands overlooking foodplots – while he, who has risen at 4AM, walked 2 miles one-way to his stand, and sat for 11 hours OUTSIDE AS GOD INTENDED, hasn’t even taken off his safety.
Thanks for letting me vent.