By Emma R. Cofield
-- In the summer of 2007, I did everything I could to prepare for the upcoming whitetail season. I put out corn and mineral licks in hopes of seeing the tell-tale signs that buck and does are moving through an area. I didn’t see any deer all summer, but come opening season, they were everywhere, mainly does.
Hunting every couple of days, I took a doe within the first week. Then I got to the point where I was hunting every morning. Although I hunted hard, I wasn’t sure anything was going to happen because I have never taken a big deer.
Finally, at 7:30 a.m. on Oct. 29, 2007, I got out of the truck to go to my blind. It was about 30 degrees. After I’d sat in blind for 30 minutes, I decided to scan the small field in front of me with binoculars. I spotted a large-bodied deer, and it definitely wasn’t a doe. I realized it was at least an 8-pointer. I locked down on him and layed him down with a single rifle shot.
I always laughed at hunting shows when someone cried after taking their first big deer, but when reality sank in, I cried, too.
I called my dad and told him, and he was so proud of me.
I truly believe that’s what hunting is all about. The stories and memories at the end of each season you get to carry with you forever, and hopefully share those experiences and bring new people into the sport.
--Emma R. Cofield