It has been an interesting season for me. For a multitude of reasons archery was a bust for me. My kids had some success (which is even better than my own), but as far as me being able to fill my tag, it just didn't come together. Two weeks before rifle season my wifes ENT told her that she had to have her tonsils out... and they had to come out on 12/2... the surgery is brutal for adults with about a 10 day recovery time.... so there went my rifle season. No rifle deer camp for me this year. But there was a small sliver of hope that she would be well enough that by the end of the second week I could slip up to the mountains for a day. Unfortunately, due to complications from the surgery that was not to be, as she spent two days in the hospital the Monday and Tuesday of the second week. Family first, as they say... and with five kids and a laid up wife, there was nothing but dreaming of maybe getting out the late season.
But.... the last day. My wife is feeling better. Around 3pm, she says, "if you want to hunt here at the house I think I am ok enough to be alone with the kids." We have 3 acres here in Berks county... the back 1/3 of the property is woods, with another 10 acres of woods adjoining my property. She asked me not to get up in the stand, as if there was an emergency it would take me a bit to get down... so I opted to hunt with my crossbow from the roof of my shed.
At 3:40PM I climb up the ladder to the roof. I get situated looking into the woods and neighbors field behind the shed. Ten minutes later, I look up and here come two doe... just meandering through the field edge. Then, in the brush next to the field I see antlers. BUCK! He looks nice from here... last day, last hour, if he comes in and gives me a shot I am taking it. I watch him slowly get closer and closer, stopping to nip on some brush, or paw at some acorns. Finally, he is 12 yards away standing broadside... crossbow is fired! Mad dash straight away, then I think I see him crash over. Silence. Did that just happen? I think? Twenty total minutes on the roof and a buck down? I chose to wait though. Seeing as the property is small, and there is a development right over the hill, if he is not dead, and I push him he could run and I would never find him. So I decide to wait thirty minutes. While waiting ten more does come walking through....maybe shed roof hunting should be a new thing for me?
After the thirty minutes I get down.... walk to where I shot, no blood (but the ground is wet from the rain, so I was half expecting blood to be hard to locate).... I walk in the direction of where he went, take no more than 20 steps and there he is! What a way to wrap up the season.... He is the first deer I have ever killed on property I own.... and a decent buck at that.