“No, I’m not a good shot, but I shoot often.” author Teddy Roosevelt
I thought this was a funny quote and pertained somewhat to my post today. As a family we truly enjoy getting out of doors and spending time together. As our children have grown, we finally hit a point were our oldest started showing signs in being interested in hunting. After taking the appropriate hunters safety class, we started out on a new family adventure and after a successful 4 years of hunting this is something we truly look forward to doing each fall. And with four more boys behind our oldest, it is probably a good thing! We spend a lot of time shooting and all of us here could probably relate to Mr. Roosevelt!
This year Sawyer, our 15 year old son had decided he was not going to get anything smaller than he did last year. Every year he has gradually built up bigger and bigger. His first year hunting he shot a nice 2×2, then a 3×3 the next year, followed by a 3×4, but would he be able to wait until the right deer came along? Early in the season we seen many spikes and forkies and he held out with the same resolute determination. As the season wore on we started to see fewer deer and it was to the point where we finally were not seeing any deer, not even does and you could tell he was thinking that maybe I should have just shot one of those smaller deer! With none of our tags filled we finally decided that if we still had not shot something by the last week of hunting season, that if it had antlers, no matter how small we would attempt to shoot it. So Saturday, a week before hunting season ended, we seen a little err big bodied spike that Mark shot… just so we would have some meat this year. So with one tag filled, we cut a pickup load of wood and as evening drew closer we went to sit in the north meadow to wait for another deer. We had not been waiting very long when a doe popped up out of the timber, followed by a nice buck! Sawyer did not even hesitate, but pulled up his rifle (a .243 Winchester Revelation) and fired once from over 200 yards away, standing up, blind folded! (OK not blind folded, but can you tell he’s standing behind me, retelling the story?) 😉 Anyway, this was the end result…
After this of course, he was pretty hard to live with! You see dad has always shot the bigger deer and now well… I guess you could say his patience and determination paid in full this year.
Here’s a picture of the sunset that day!