First bow kill makes for an exciting deer season
I recently heard readers were wondering what I have been up to, and boy has it been an exciting season! I know I have fallen behind in my blog posts, as I have found it challenging to sit and write when I could be out hunting. However, I appreciate you all taking the time to read about my adventures and I am looking forward to sharing my experiences. I am afraid I cannot fit everything I want to tell you about in one blog post, so over the next several weeks please check back as I share the highs and lows of this season.
On that note, let me begin by saying that this season has been very successful in that I accomplished what I originally set out to do: kill my very first deer with a bow and arrow. It was truly a one of a kind feeling. I was shaking like a leaf afterwards and could not wait to tell my dad, who has helped me get back into bow hunting and taught me everything I know. An adrenaline rush has always accompanied gun hunting for me, but bow hunting takes that feeling to the next level. I was sighted in for 20 yards. That was my comfort zone. In order to kill a deer with a bow everything has to align perfectly: the yardage, angle of the shot, the wind etc. I think that is what makes the adrenaline rush that much more intense when you have deer in front of you.
That is why in the weeks leading up to bow season, I began practicing from a tree stand. I shot at targets positioned at various yardages and angles. I learned how to bend at the waist and shoot at a deer standing ten yards away. Next I added practice broad heads to my routine, then all of my heavy warm clothes. I spent many evenings shooting at parents house with my dad kindly pulling my arrows and sending them back up to me via a quiver tied to a rope. He would change the angle of the deer target, give me real life scenarios of what a deer may do and ask me to shoot accordingly. Each element helped me to prepare for what I may face in the field and gave me the confidence to know that I could make it happen.
On the evening of Oct, 27 I did make it happen. I shot a doe standing 20 yards away. She came upon me quickly, popping out from behind a row of corn about 130 yards to my right. I thought it may take her awhile to make her way to my stand, but she briskly walked right to me and begin feeding in front of me. As soon as I saw her I cautiously stood up, and reached for my bow. I wanted to be prepared before she got to me. My heart was thumping and my knees were shaking. I tried my best to stay focused and stabilize my quivering knees. I quickly realized that this was going to be my opportunity. As she put her head down to eat, I drew back, aimed, and squeezed the trigger of my release knowing I had done everything possible to prepare for this moment. I would like to tell you that shortly after that I found her and celebrated. But this was not the case. As many of you may know, sometimes finding a deer can present its own unique set of challenges and life lessons. Check back next week and I will share how everything turned out.