This hunting season wasn’t a great one for me for the most part. Time out was limited. Rifle season was a total of 4 hours the first Saturday and then a respiratory infection ended my rifle season. Foot surgery right after Christmas and I figured my flintlock season would never get started. But apparently my surgeon works wonders and I was in a boot an off crutches in less than 4 weeks. This week a friend says he has a spot on his property that is a pretty easy walk and he will do the recovery if I get one. So I get into a stand at first light and wait. It was cold with flurries but I was in the woods hunting so I wasn’t going to let the cold bother me. Nothing but squirrels for 2 hours.
Then I see two deer feeding about 70 yards away. I wasn’t comfortable with the shot so I decided to wait and hope they fed my way. A few minutes later and they had disappeared in the brush. As I kept watching and wondering if they had bedded down I suddenly see a doe about 50 yards away and looking in my direction. Luckily someone fired up a tractor not far away and got her attention. I got the 50 cal up on a nice rest and waited for a clear shot. She came to about 40 yards and started to turn away. One more step and she was clear and just quartering away. Hammer was already back and I set the trigger. I squeezed off the shot and the boom was almost instantaneous. She ran toward me into the field before heading uphill into the woods. In about 30 yards she crumpled up and didn’t move again. I kicked back and had a cup of coffee and waited on my recovery man. He showed up in a tractor and I got to her and got my first look. Double lung shot.
I never claimed to be a great deer hunter. I am 40 and somehow this is my first deer...ever. That isn’t to say that I haven’t had successful seasons, just lots of seasons without bringing a deer home. But this year, the most unlikely of them all, it all worked out.