So I took my son with me to the deer lease this weekend to give him first real taste of hunting. I knew it would be a task as he is 4 years old and well if you have ever been around a 4 year old you know they are not the quietest or most patient critters on earth.
Saturday morning was shaky and only lasted till 8am, but it was still fun. I hunted solo Saturday evening as I am hunting certain 10 point and tried to put the odds in my favor. Sunday morning he was with me again and i prepared a little better. He lasted till 8:45am when nature call and there was not holding it.
So Sunday evening I had made the decision that I was going to kill something, just so he could get a idea of a successful hunt. About 7pm I had a few nice does in the feed pen and picked one out and let a arrow fly. Much to my surprise I let the arrow fly directly over her back, clean miss. After checking the arrow we got back in the stand in case a deer might come back. Well it was our lucky day. 5 minutes later a doe jumps in the feed pen. I asked Barrett if he wanted daddy to shoot that deer and he said yes. I came to full draw and this time the grim reaper found its mark. Straight double lung and she has no idea what hit her. She didn’t even make it out of the feed pen and died.
We were both excited.
This deer although just a small doe means a lot to me and not a hunt I will soon forgot and hopefully a hunt that will last a lifetime for Barrett and help instill a passion for the great outdoors much like I have.
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Saturday morning was shaky and only lasted till 8am, but it was still fun. I hunted solo Saturday evening as I am hunting certain 10 point and tried to put the odds in my favor. Sunday morning he was with me again and i prepared a little better. He lasted till 8:45am when nature call and there was not holding it.
So Sunday evening I had made the decision that I was going to kill something, just so he could get a idea of a successful hunt. About 7pm I had a few nice does in the feed pen and picked one out and let a arrow fly. Much to my surprise I let the arrow fly directly over her back, clean miss. After checking the arrow we got back in the stand in case a deer might come back. Well it was our lucky day. 5 minutes later a doe jumps in the feed pen. I asked Barrett if he wanted daddy to shoot that deer and he said yes. I came to full draw and this time the grim reaper found its mark. Straight double lung and she has no idea what hit her. She didn’t even make it out of the feed pen and died.
We were both excited.
This deer although just a small doe means a lot to me and not a hunt I will soon forgot and hopefully a hunt that will last a lifetime for Barrett and help instill a passion for the great outdoors much like I have.
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