My First Shot!
Growing up as the daughter of a police officer, I was taught the importance of respect for guns. Dad wanted us to know just how dangerous guns could be and taught us by shooting and blowing up fruit at the firing range.
The joy of shooting and the outdoors continued at summer camp where I would shoot a .22 rifle, and later become involved with archery.
2011 was my first actual year hunting. My husband Rick is a...
Three Beams and a Red Wasp
-- People have told me my unusual three-beamed buck is a trophy of a lifetime. It just so happens to be my first buck. It all started in late November during Oklahoma's rifle season. I was hunting just north of Pawhuska, near the Kansas line. My friend Clint and I had planned to sit together in a box stand. While climbing inside the stand, he swatted a red wasp on me and it landed right on my face.
Not Bad for a Grandma!
-- It all began with my normal opening morning rituals.
I awoke long before the boys, put on a pot of coffee and prepared my gear.
I eventually woke the boys - my husband, my brother Bruce and my son Quentin. I went out the door long before they were ready to go hunting.
We are so very lucky to be living in deer country. I can walk directly to my stand if I want to, but I usually drive my car up the lane and park so...
-- I've been hunting since I was 10 years old, and feel I've been very successful through the years, and I've taken many nice deer.
Then in 2010, I thought I was the luckiest hunter ever when I shot an 18-point buck with my muzzleloader. It scored 214 5/8" (composite) in the BTR's Irregular category.
I wasn't willing to stop there, so all summer long I religiously filled my feeders and checked my trail cameras.
Eleven Must Be Lucy's Lucky Number!
-- On 11/11/11, at age 11, my daughter Lucy Smith went hunting with me in Camden, Ala. We were in search of her first buck, and her weapon of choice was a crossbow.
We set up in a ground blind on the downwind side of a food plot.
The wind was perfect and we saw three young bucks early, but none of them ever presented a shot.
At 3:45 p.m., Lucy spotted a big 8-pointer coming onto the field. Three spikes and two does cam...
Worth the Wait!
-- Several years ago I began passing up smaller bucks, usually at least two per year. In fact, the buck I'm about to tell about is the only buck I have taken since 2005.
It hasn't been easy to eat buck tags for the past five years, but to me it made little sense to harvest small bucks when my hunting area is overrun with does. Just being outdoors and taking does for my freezer is enough to keep me happy.
Ian's Last Buck
-- It was the last day of the 2009 Wisconsin rifle season for me and my stepson Ian Fossum who loved to hunt. He had just turned 14.
Ian was able to sit in his stand all by himself, but on the eve of the final day, he asked me to take him out and sit with him.
I woke up early that next morning, looked out the window and noticed fresh snow. I immediately woke Ian and told him, it snowed last night; let's get out there...
From Passed Shot to Pass-through
-- My story ends with a big buck down, but it begins with this huntress making a judgment call that some hunters won't believe.
As the 2012 bow season approached, every hunter who had put time and effort into preparing for the upcoming season was very concerned about the extreme drought plaguing our area.
Our crops were hurting, the water sources were scarce, and the food plots were in poor condition until a little r...
Not Your Garden-Variety Buck
-- Using one eye, I peeked out from behind the old wooden shed. My quarry for the past 24 days, the non-typical monster buck that had occupied all my recent dreams, had just appeared and was on a trail leading to me.
Its body was angled slightly toward me at just over 30 yards. I eased back out of sight to draw my bow. I found my anchor point, and leaned forward to take the shot.
The old buck caught my movement, st...