Post by ozark on Nov 15, 2008 23:32:08 GMT -5
Last year my little girl age 51 shot at the same time another hunter at the same deer. This year was different. I will just turn the keyboard over to her to tell her own story. We will try to send pictures. She is still excited.......................
Last year I made my first kill. No, it wasn't the deer, but I was successful in my turkey hunt. My legs were shaking so badly that they would barely hold me up as they felt like two rubber noodles.
And I thought I was excited with a turkey!! Humph!
Well, Daddy and hunted in separate cabins today, but we had our cell phones to check on each other from time-to-time. We had forgotten the walkie talkies and it is a thousand wonders that we had phone signals in the woods, but thankfully, we did.
I got him settled into his position before I drove up the hill to mine. It was around noon, I suppose. We opted not to go hunting early this morning because the wind was blowing pretty hard. Admittedly, I know nothing about weather conditions and which are prime and which are adverse.
But, since I am being taught by one who does know such things, I took his word for it. So, I'm thinking we got settled in about 12:30 or 1:00 by the time everything was said and done.
I had taken some sale papers and magazine to while away the time as I do know that much of the time hunting is much time waiting. Unfortunately, deer don't operate on anyone's schedule.
And so I had already eaten the can of potted meat and crackers Mom had sent and I was tiring of the magazines before long. I had already adjusted the binoculars a few times and began peering through them to see if I could find any signs of life.
Up until that point, the woods were dead. No squirrels, no birds, no nothing except leaves and acorns falling on the metal roof every once in a while.
I had Daddy's .243 propped in the threshold of an open sliding window waiting for my game to come by because that is the window I saw the deer last year from. No luck.
I looked up from my magazine just long enough to half-heartedly swivel my stool around and scan the surroundings outside the opposite window. Suddenly I realized the deer I was seeing was really there standing at the feeder. (You see, I had imagined deer many times before when a moving branch or something caught my eye.)
My next thought was, "Oh, lord! My gun is behind me and I have got to get it without him seeing or hearing me." So, I synchronized my movements with the dipping of his head into the feeder. His head went down, I moved a bit. I felt sure he could hear my breathing as I felt like I couldn't get the weight off of my chest to breathe quietly.
Eventually I did get the gun and was prepared to shoot when I discovered that I was aiming through a closed window. Having then to move again seemed almost impossible without spooking the perfectly positioned deer.
I slinked into position (again) and once again took aim. So many things were going through my mind, like, "don't hesitate, he's got to have at least three points on at least one antler, etc." All I can tell you is that I knew he had antlers that I considered pretty big and I wasn't about to take the time to count them!
I did remember to take the safety off, and I did close the correct eye (I didn't last year which tends to make aiming a bit difficult and awkward). Having gone through my mental check list, I was ready. I slowly squeezed the trigger as the deer politely stood still for me. Nothing. No shot, no sound, not even a click. I couldn't imagine what the deal was NOW!
Who knows, but I simply started over and began squeezing (more firmly and quickly this time) again. This time......IT WORKED!
That bad boy dropped like a ton of bricks. He never knew what hit him. I think Daddy said there were a couple of terms for that sort of shot. My preference is: DRT. Pretty accurate, I'd say.
As soon as I remembered what a phone was and how to hit speed dial for Daddy, I did. All I could say was, "He's down! He's not moving." Daddy asked me where he was and how many points he had. I told him I didn't know, but however many he had, he was dead.
Well, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it! Thanks for listening!
Last year I made my first kill. No, it wasn't the deer, but I was successful in my turkey hunt. My legs were shaking so badly that they would barely hold me up as they felt like two rubber noodles.
And I thought I was excited with a turkey!! Humph!
Well, Daddy and hunted in separate cabins today, but we had our cell phones to check on each other from time-to-time. We had forgotten the walkie talkies and it is a thousand wonders that we had phone signals in the woods, but thankfully, we did.
I got him settled into his position before I drove up the hill to mine. It was around noon, I suppose. We opted not to go hunting early this morning because the wind was blowing pretty hard. Admittedly, I know nothing about weather conditions and which are prime and which are adverse.
But, since I am being taught by one who does know such things, I took his word for it. So, I'm thinking we got settled in about 12:30 or 1:00 by the time everything was said and done.
I had taken some sale papers and magazine to while away the time as I do know that much of the time hunting is much time waiting. Unfortunately, deer don't operate on anyone's schedule.
And so I had already eaten the can of potted meat and crackers Mom had sent and I was tiring of the magazines before long. I had already adjusted the binoculars a few times and began peering through them to see if I could find any signs of life.
Up until that point, the woods were dead. No squirrels, no birds, no nothing except leaves and acorns falling on the metal roof every once in a while.
I had Daddy's .243 propped in the threshold of an open sliding window waiting for my game to come by because that is the window I saw the deer last year from. No luck.
I looked up from my magazine just long enough to half-heartedly swivel my stool around and scan the surroundings outside the opposite window. Suddenly I realized the deer I was seeing was really there standing at the feeder. (You see, I had imagined deer many times before when a moving branch or something caught my eye.)
My next thought was, "Oh, lord! My gun is behind me and I have got to get it without him seeing or hearing me." So, I synchronized my movements with the dipping of his head into the feeder. His head went down, I moved a bit. I felt sure he could hear my breathing as I felt like I couldn't get the weight off of my chest to breathe quietly.
Eventually I did get the gun and was prepared to shoot when I discovered that I was aiming through a closed window. Having then to move again seemed almost impossible without spooking the perfectly positioned deer.
I slinked into position (again) and once again took aim. So many things were going through my mind, like, "don't hesitate, he's got to have at least three points on at least one antler, etc." All I can tell you is that I knew he had antlers that I considered pretty big and I wasn't about to take the time to count them!
I did remember to take the safety off, and I did close the correct eye (I didn't last year which tends to make aiming a bit difficult and awkward). Having gone through my mental check list, I was ready. I slowly squeezed the trigger as the deer politely stood still for me. Nothing. No shot, no sound, not even a click. I couldn't imagine what the deal was NOW!
Who knows, but I simply started over and began squeezing (more firmly and quickly this time) again. This time......IT WORKED!
That bad boy dropped like a ton of bricks. He never knew what hit him. I think Daddy said there were a couple of terms for that sort of shot. My preference is: DRT. Pretty accurate, I'd say.
As soon as I remembered what a phone was and how to hit speed dial for Daddy, I did. All I could say was, "He's down! He's not moving." Daddy asked me where he was and how many points he had. I told him I didn't know, but however many he had, he was dead.
Well, that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it! Thanks for listening!
