By Joe Mayers
I want to dedicate this story to the man that got me into hunting - my dad, John Andrew Mayers Jr. My dad and I shared the passion of hunting and were always on the lookout for that next big buck. I lost him one week to the day after I harvested my deer. He only got to see the pictures of the buck from his hospital bed.
On Aug. 31, 2007, my 17-year-old son, Adam, and I went to "our spot" in northern Utah to build a blind and to scope out the area. We decided to build two blinds - one in a small grove of birch trees and the other in a small grove of pines. After we set up, we decided to stick around to watch and see if anything moved into the field.
The next day, we went back to our spot around 5:30 a.m. While we were waiting for the bucks and dosing off, my son quietly yelled, "Dad! Dad!"
I looked up and saw an outline of something in the field. After I my eyes adjusted, we noticed that it was a buck walking directly toward our blind. The buck was so close to us that I had to stand up and draw at the same time. We estimated that the deer was about 16 yards away. This has to be the shortest hunt I've ever had. I remember looking at my watch and noticed it was 6:15 a.m.
The cool thing was when I hit the buck with my shot it sounded like I had hit a tree with my arrow. After being hit, the buck ran around the field and then dropped not too far behind our blind in the pines. As I stayed behind to gather my thoughts, my son went home to ask my wife and our 14-year-old daughter, Amber, to help load it in the truck.
The funny thing is that my daughter asked my wife on the way to help us if they should bring me an extra pair of shorts.
I only wish my dad would have been by my side instead of in the hospital during this hunt to enjoy the thrill as much as I did.
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