Cooter
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Dinker takes his first deer :Video added:
Well I had a disappointing deer season up till the last day. I have been planning all year to take my twelve year old son out later muzzy on my uncles farm. His picked corn fields next to a fairly large timber is a known attractant to deer in the late season.
We spent quite a bit of time over xmas break sitting in the deer shack. I told him from the start that he could shoot what ever he wanted. He said he wanted to shot a buck. I said ok but I didn't want him to shoot a spike or a forky. I really don't know I said that I feel like an ass looking back on it and it has opened my eyes on how I look at hunting.
One afternoon we had some luck and he got a shot off at a buck. The shot looked good found plenty of hair at the spot of the shot but no blood. We came back the next morning and stomped the timber with no luck. The rest of the break we have no luck.
I hear stories from him that his friend at school that shot a buck during shot gun season is giving him a hard time how he didn't get that buck. I start thinking these kids are only twelve and it all about the antlers wtf.
Today I got him out of school to try to get it done. He tells me still that he wants to shoot a buck. I said ok we'll just sit it out and see what happens.
Plenty of deer movement with seeing our first deer at 2:45. We had deer moving threw most of the afternoon with one buck a spike with no shot offered.
Several does were around working on and of the field. At 4:45 a nice doe worked within range. Telling Dinker were starting to run out of time I think you should take her. He starts to slide the window open and it makes a little noise putting her on high alert and the stair down begins. After some very tense moments he finally gets it open far enough to get the shot. A perfect hit I watch her run off with her legs starting to fail her as she reaches the tree line.
He is totally pumped he tells me his heart is beating out of his chest. I tell him that what hunting is not about the antlers its doing something you enjoy.
I think children are a reflection of their parents and I need to change somethings about myself that will help both him and I keep the love of the outdoors and the people we share it with.
My pride and joy
Well I had a disappointing deer season up till the last day. I have been planning all year to take my twelve year old son out later muzzy on my uncles farm. His picked corn fields next to a fairly large timber is a known attractant to deer in the late season.
We spent quite a bit of time over xmas break sitting in the deer shack. I told him from the start that he could shoot what ever he wanted. He said he wanted to shot a buck. I said ok but I didn't want him to shoot a spike or a forky. I really don't know I said that I feel like an ass looking back on it and it has opened my eyes on how I look at hunting.
One afternoon we had some luck and he got a shot off at a buck. The shot looked good found plenty of hair at the spot of the shot but no blood. We came back the next morning and stomped the timber with no luck. The rest of the break we have no luck.
I hear stories from him that his friend at school that shot a buck during shot gun season is giving him a hard time how he didn't get that buck. I start thinking these kids are only twelve and it all about the antlers wtf.
Today I got him out of school to try to get it done. He tells me still that he wants to shoot a buck. I said ok we'll just sit it out and see what happens.
Plenty of deer movement with seeing our first deer at 2:45. We had deer moving threw most of the afternoon with one buck a spike with no shot offered.
Several does were around working on and of the field. At 4:45 a nice doe worked within range. Telling Dinker were starting to run out of time I think you should take her. He starts to slide the window open and it makes a little noise putting her on high alert and the stair down begins. After some very tense moments he finally gets it open far enough to get the shot. A perfect hit I watch her run off with her legs starting to fail her as she reaches the tree line.
He is totally pumped he tells me his heart is beating out of his chest. I tell him that what hunting is not about the antlers its doing something you enjoy.
I think children are a reflection of their parents and I need to change somethings about myself that will help both him and I keep the love of the outdoors and the people we share it with.
My pride and joy
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