Young hunter learns what all the fuss is about when it comes to deer hunting.
By Whitney Jones
My dad has long been an avid deer hunter, but it was not until my sophomore year of high school that I fully comprehended the excitement and pure joy of hunting.
On opening day of the 2002 rifle season, Dad and I sat in a ground blind overlooking a food plot. A 130-pound doe stepped onto the field about 80 yards away and gave me a clean shot. I had mixed emotions after having taken the life of one of God’s creatures, yet I soon felt only happiness after I realized what an accomplishment it really was.
Just before dark, a 7-point buck entered the field at about 150 yards. Taking careful aim, I claimed my first buck, too.
In January of 2005, I had the opportunity to shoot a crossbow and was quickly impressed with its ease of use and accuracy. After looking into which bow would be best for me, I settled on a 150-pound (draw) Horton Max-4-150 and an EZ Loader cocking harness. It didn’t take long to get the bow zeroed and ready to hunt. The cocking aid made a tremendous difference in the poundage that I could pull back and also helped center the string for each shot.
On my second hunt with the crossbow last October, an 8-point buck came within 20 yards of my stand. He quartered in an opening and then stopped, which was his last mistake.
My crossbow made it possible for me to enjoy a new whitetail-hunting challenge. I now know firsthand the peacefulness of sitting in the deer stand that I’ve heard my dad talk about since I was young. The exhilaration of getting a deer never fades.
This article was published in the October 2005 edition of Buckmasters Whitetail Magazine. Join today to have Buckmasters delivered to your home.