So last year my youngest called me out. He asked why I never shoot any deer. Well, with a wife and 3 kids that are very, maybe overly, successful rifle hunters, I don't have freezer space...plus I was hooked on bow hunting most of my life yet I lack the opportunity and time.
Last year he pressured me to the point I just said fine. At the last minute I grabbed my bow with no other preparation. No blind, scent killer, or anything else I've always deemed essential to a successful bow hunt. We found a spot where the wind was right and sat on the ground just off some heavy trails between feeders. I showed him what I knew about setting up like this, and that didn’t take long.
A hour passed , a thirty yard shot, and a young buck was down. I was more surprised than anyone could of been.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. He’s 13 years old and ready to Bow hunt!!
Great friend and neighbor invited us over for a sit. Hunting from a pit blind, probably the coolest setup you’ll ever see, we waited. A little doe entertained us and allowed for some practice draws. Then out of nowhere, a hippo came in. When eyes are at dirt level, looking up, you would of seen a hippo too.
A gasp of air is all I heard out of my partner. He drew, waited, and released!! “Thud” great hit!!!
Two minutes later and heart rate slowly returning to normal when out came 3 more “hippo” size sows and about 20 young ones. Son looks at me and asked , in a octave lower tone,“ you want a small one for the Traeger”? I laughed and said sure” Go on with your Bad Self!!!” I THOUGHT this will bring him back down to reality. Those little ones are tough targets. As he anchored, I thought to myself,don’t just shoot into the group. So I picked the only red one out there and placed my order . 20 black hogs with one red one weaving in and out through them made for a interesting breathing pattern coming out of this young arrow slinger. Then there was silence followed by yet another thud. Sure I was proud and happy even though my expression was one of shock with a hint of “this little #%#|”
Great memories for sure!
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Last year he pressured me to the point I just said fine. At the last minute I grabbed my bow with no other preparation. No blind, scent killer, or anything else I've always deemed essential to a successful bow hunt. We found a spot where the wind was right and sat on the ground just off some heavy trails between feeders. I showed him what I knew about setting up like this, and that didn’t take long.
A hour passed , a thirty yard shot, and a young buck was down. I was more surprised than anyone could of been.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. He’s 13 years old and ready to Bow hunt!!
Great friend and neighbor invited us over for a sit. Hunting from a pit blind, probably the coolest setup you’ll ever see, we waited. A little doe entertained us and allowed for some practice draws. Then out of nowhere, a hippo came in. When eyes are at dirt level, looking up, you would of seen a hippo too.
A gasp of air is all I heard out of my partner. He drew, waited, and released!! “Thud” great hit!!!
Two minutes later and heart rate slowly returning to normal when out came 3 more “hippo” size sows and about 20 young ones. Son looks at me and asked , in a octave lower tone,“ you want a small one for the Traeger”? I laughed and said sure” Go on with your Bad Self!!!” I THOUGHT this will bring him back down to reality. Those little ones are tough targets. As he anchored, I thought to myself,don’t just shoot into the group. So I picked the only red one out there and placed my order . 20 black hogs with one red one weaving in and out through them made for a interesting breathing pattern coming out of this young arrow slinger. Then there was silence followed by yet another thud. Sure I was proud and happy even though my expression was one of shock with a hint of “this little #%#|”
Great memories for sure!
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