Hey everyone! Hope you had a fabulous weekend and the Monday blues aren't getting you down.
I mentioned in my last/first post that my husband is a deer hunter and I've recently decided to join him in the nonsense. I know, I know, "how could I shoot Bambi?" Well, Roger is so obsessed with hunting and, like I mentioned before, this means hunting and deer are all he thinks about from September to January. So I thought if I joined him, it would give us something to enjoy doing together. I think a lot of couples get divorced because they don't do anything together. They stop spending quality time together because they no longer have anything in common. I guess you can say I decided to do it in hopes of keeping my marriage strong.
Well I love it!
Well I love it!
But with the good comes the bad. Over the last month or so the most important thing I have learned about hunting is you must smell like dirt! I used to think washing yourself and your clothes with scent-a-way was a completely ridiculous ritual, but you go try to get a deer to come anywhere near you with your Pantene scented hair and downy scented clothes and let me know how it goes...
This stuff completely dries out my skin and I can't even brush through my hair after I use it. Sorry Scent-A-Way, I'm sure your products work great on the males they are designed for, but this is my least favorite part about hunting. I ordered myself some girl-friendly stuff. Hopefully it works great, we'll see.
I've also learned that wind direction determines the best place to hunt and how to load/unload and shoot Roger's rife and a whole slew of information that I never thought I wanted or needed in my brain. I won't bore you with any of that stuff though.
Let's get to the important part.
After 4 or 5 missed shots (a few of those, including the only buck I've shot at, I blame on a bad scope that we indeed ended up replacing) I finally killed my first deer!!!!
(Here she is! Excuse the fact that she looks grilled. She was in the bed of the truck for a while)
I was sitting in my favorite stand on the entire club when I got her. It overlooks a field, I'm not brave or quiet enough to sit in the woods yet, and she walked out at about 4:00. It was still early in the hunt and she was about 200 yards away so I originally decided I wasn't going to take the shot unless she got closer.
I sat and watched her for 30 minutes. I've done this before. I've had perfectly good shots and not taken them because I talked myself out of it for whatever reason. So at 4:30 I pulled the trigger and could not believe it when that deer, 200 yards away (I must brag about that :) ), actually hit the ground. Immediately, with my shaking fingers, I called Roger and told him the news.
When I went to find her in the field, I was mortified at how small she was! I called Roger and told him I hoped she wasn't a baby. When he got there, he ensured me she was a normal sized doe. He didn't make me feel any better when he simply grabbed her legs and pulled her across the field like a bag of potatoes though.
(A downside of hunting: minimal makeup, sorry)
Guys, it's such an adrenaline rush! I can't describe the feeling I get when I'm getting my sights on a deer, knowing I'm about to take a shot at it. Sometimes I think my heart will burst out of my chest it's beating so hard and fast. And it's so great to make my husband proud. I worried that I would become a nuisance and he would hate taking me hunting, but it's not like that at all. He loves that I go and would rather me get a deer than himself.
But, aside from all of the heart pounding, intense excitement, I also just love being in nature. It's so calming to just sit outside for a few hours watching the birds fly and the sunset.
(These are no filter, with my iphone btw)
(Look at that sun shining across the field!)
I sat and watched her for 30 minutes. I've done this before. I've had perfectly good shots and not taken them because I talked myself out of it for whatever reason. So at 4:30 I pulled the trigger and could not believe it when that deer, 200 yards away (I must brag about that :) ), actually hit the ground. Immediately, with my shaking fingers, I called Roger and told him the news.
When I went to find her in the field, I was mortified at how small she was! I called Roger and told him I hoped she wasn't a baby. When he got there, he ensured me she was a normal sized doe. He didn't make me feel any better when he simply grabbed her legs and pulled her across the field like a bag of potatoes though.
Guys, it's such an adrenaline rush! I can't describe the feeling I get when I'm getting my sights on a deer, knowing I'm about to take a shot at it. Sometimes I think my heart will burst out of my chest it's beating so hard and fast. And it's so great to make my husband proud. I worried that I would become a nuisance and he would hate taking me hunting, but it's not like that at all. He loves that I go and would rather me get a deer than himself.
But, aside from all of the heart pounding, intense excitement, I also just love being in nature. It's so calming to just sit outside for a few hours watching the birds fly and the sunset.
If your husband, boyfriend or even dad hunts and has asked you to come along, I encourage you to try at least once. You don't even have to shoot anything. Just sit there and enjoy listening to and watching the animals. Take in the sunrise or sunset and the way the temperature changes so drastically as the day begins and ends.
(My proud husband and I)
Keep smiling,
Meagan
No comments:
Post a Comment