By Robert Reese
My father first took me squirrel hunting at the age of six. Boy, did that 12 gauge kick, but I loved it. Later I started rabbit hunting, then went on to pheasants, followed by ducks and eventually deer.
My brother bought me my first Fred Bear bow, and I practiced a lot. Through the years, I did hunt and harvest deer, but as I grew older, arthritis affected my hands and I had to switch to a crossbow.
Now, I’m retired and the trophy deer continued to allude me. So to fulfill my dream, I went on a guided hunt.
The guide suggested using a rifle because of distance and the hilly terrain. One thing I learned from reading articles about hunting with an outfitter is to listen to the guide!
I saw my buck standing on the edge of a hill. As I tried to get closer, he turned his head and, in anticipation of the deer running away, I aimed and fired. The buck disappeared.
My heart sank. Where was he?
I ran to the edge of the hill, and there he was on the hillside. My heart was pounding at the size of his rack.
He had 22 points and scored 194 and 2/8. At last, at age the age of 67, I had the thrill of my life's hunting experiences.