Buck Fever Again
right in it.
He kept his eye on me, so I couldn’t move, much less shoot. Then, he turned, walked a few steps and stood broadside. I just sat there amazed until he walked away.
I sat wishing for another chance, but the moment had passed.
Leaving the woods, I saw the same buck again. This time he was about 100 yards away. I stared at him until he walked away, and then I turned and saw a big doe less than 10 yards away.
"I’ll get this one," I said to myself. I started to draw the string, but I did not seem to have the strength. I pulled for all I was worth, but I simply could not load the bow. I watched the doe slowly walk away.
Once I got back home, I began thinking about what had happened. I picked up my bow again and drew the string with no problem. There was nothing wrong with the bow; it was me! I had suffered an attack of buck fever - or, in this case, "doe fever."
On another hunt, I had sat in a stand all day without seeing a deer. More out of bordom than anything else, I decided to blow on my grunt call.
In a little while, I heard a deer grunt back at me. Then I saw him running toward me, so I grunted again and he grunted back. We traded three or four more grunts.
I lost sight of the deer in the thick cover, so I put my bow down and peeped around the tree. I saw him again, but he saw me and took off. I sat and waited, then I decided to try to rattle him in. I had never tried rattling before, but what had I to lose?
I rattled the way I thought you should, waited and rattled again. Then I blew my grunt call. Suddenly I heard deer coming from all over. There must have been 20!
I picked out one, but my arrow hit a limb, flew over the deer’s back and stuck in the ground.
I all but live in the woods during deer season. It is so peaceful and quiet and relaxing there. I try to sit near scrapes that does visit. Once I even got a chance to shoot a wild turkey, but I misjudged the yardage and shot over his back. He just turned and disappeared into the woods.
Another time I sat in my tree stand for three hours during a rain storm. Thinking I wasn’t going to see any deer that day, I rolled up my camouflage netting and dropped it to the ground. When it hit, a deer moved slightly about 10 yards away.
My bow was already down. I tried to pick it up and get into position without spooking him, but he just walked off, and I never shot.
It thrills our son to know his mother and father like to target shoot and bowhunt. We have enjoyed it so much. Once you start shooting, you are hooked on it, and you forget all your troubles when you are in the woods. Age isn’t a factor, either. I’m living proof it is never too late to take up archery.