Hey, I'm a Catholic deer hunter, I am happy to be clinging to my guns and my religion. ~Paul Ryan
This past Thursday through Saturday was the season of the deer hunter, mentor hunting to be exact. That means a child who is not old enough to hunt has the opportunity to go with a licensed hunter and shoot a doe. Now the season also extends for fall turkey and such, but we took Kyle on a deer hunting experience. Dad and I requested off of work on Friday, and Kyle took a vacation day from school, figuring this would double Kyle's chances of getting a deer, giving him two full opportunities to take down a doe. Surprisingly Kyle wrapped it up on Friday, a few hours before dark. Kyle went with dad last mentor hunting Hunting – Survival or Sport?, except this year, Kyle finished the season with his mission accomplished!
This little hunting adventure has been planned since last year, although dad could never have drafted how the events would unfold. To aid in the experience and help set the example, I too got my hunting license. This was first time since I was in my early teens. Yikes! That was a while back but I'll digress. My job in dad's 'deer hunter experience' turned out to be pushing deer. Perfect! I did volunteer for the job but one can never tell what dad has planned. Since, I really truly enjoy walking through the woods and getting out in the fresh air this was a win win for everyone!
Boy did dad have it all outlined, and I mean down to the detail. Of course, when it comes to deer hunting I should expect nothing less from him. During the first half of the day, my only responsibility was to stick to dad's directions of how I was to maneuver around the local terrain, and make sure I packed enough snacks with me to sustain my stomach. Everyone knows I am miserable when I'm hungry. When you hunt with dad, that means waking up very early, well before sunrise, going all day until a deer is shot or a until the sun is completely set. So unlike the first time I went hunting, I was prepared for the day.
Dad's game plan was to have him and Kyle perch themselves by the cabin above the house, while I traipsed through the side of the ridge walking in their direction pushing deer. Simple enough! I was instructed to walk slowly and every once-in-a-while hit a tree trunk with a stick. Got it! I was not suppose to spook the deer, just get them moving in the northeast direction. Simple enough? Kinda. First of all, it's been a while since I was on that side of the ridge in the woods. As kids we were no stranger, but not so much now-a-days and it only takes a years of absence for the woods to take on a different shape. I started out pretty confident, which came to a screeching halt when I found myself stuck in some thick brush. Please keep in mind this is my own personal mission and failure was not an option. I redeemed myself when I came face-to-face with three doe, or so I thought. Yep they were doe alright, but I don't think I moved them in the right direction! Curiously enough, I came between 25 feet and 50 feet from the targets! That's what makes the woods exciting, especially hunting.
Ok, so now I was full of enthusiasm and the objective of our mission was milling around in front of me. I wanted to let dad and Kyle know to keep their eyes peeled, so I texted them. No response. So I called them. Nothing. Then I thought, I'll just call my sister, she was in Boston for work and I wasn't able to talk to her all week and I wanted to share my excitement with her.
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