Well, I’ve always enjoyed writing so I had typed up the details of the event when we got home from the shack back in November. Here’s what I wrote:
Well it was opening day and I had just gotten back to my stand from lunch after a long, quiet morning. I had only been in my stand for about 45 minutes when I noticed a flock of Chickadees arrived. I’m an amateur bird photographer so I quietly got out my camera and was adjusting the settings. I raised it to snap a photo and as I looked through the lens there was the buck off to my left trotting by at a pretty good clip! In my head I shouted “Oh @#$&!” and set the camera down while reaching for my rifle and putting my grunt call to my lips. I grunted twice. He stopped behind a thick patch of trees and brush. I couldn’t see him. I waited for what felt like forever. I was going to be so pissed at myself if I missed this opportunity because I was taking pictures of Chickadees! He wasn’t moving. I waited more. He started trotting again. I gave two more grunt calls and he stopped – broadside to me. I got him in my crosshairs and squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened! I shoot an old Remington 35 lever action and forgot to pull back the hammer! It felt like forever when I reached my thumb forward and pulled the hammer back and looked thorough the scope again. He hadn’t moved an inch! Thank God! I squeezed the trigger again and bang! He jumped and ran. Luckily, he ran uphill and toward the main trail, and only a couple hundred yards. I double-lunged him! My husband helped me track and then gut him. This is my third year deer hunting and my second deer. Though, this is my first deer that I shot while sitting alone. It was amazing and I was shaking and cried a little – It was a blast!
It’s funny, reading this again after nine months; nine long months of waiting to see what he’ll look like and hope that when I look at him again I feel the excitement, the butterflies, the gratitude, and the magic of the moment all over again – and I can’t believe how much I really do.