Flash back to October 6th. Opening day of bow season and I’m in Blacksburg, VA with Field Editor, Zac Stovall, both of us were itching to get into the woods. The start of the season was looking grim until the sun started going down and then sound of whitetail began filling the woods. I heard a noise behind me and spotted three does coming up the woods. After watching them for a bit I thought to myself “why not take a shot, its opening day, you got this”. I was wrong. Letting my arrow fly only to miss a good piece of tenderloin. All that practice and hurry to miss my first shot, I have to be the worst bow hunter ever.
6am in the morning a few weeks later, I decided to hit up the farm. Hunting national forest is a love of mine but this morning private land was just too convenient. Glazing at a doe in my head light while it was still dark, I was pretty sure it was a going to be a good morning. At the first of the season I was excited and rusty. About 3 hours into the hunt I was surprised by a small, basket rack 8 pointer. This deer snuck up on my blind and got so close there was no way to miss, wrong again. Who knows what happened, first buck of the year and I hold my record with a bow. Nada.
Finally, early muzzleloading season in Virginia opened up last Saturday. I was trying to get to Asheville, NC that evening to meet up with Zac at the WNC Fly Fishing Expo and not sleeping well the night before left me with little time in the woods. I was already up not so bright and early but I was intent on making the best of my day. I headed out to my blind where I saw the basket rack the week before just wasting time; hell I didn’t even eat breakfast and forgot my facemask and gloves. The sun was just coming over the hill when I heard a rustle and I perked up real quick. Coming through a thicket straight towards me was a decent size buck with only one horn. Normally I wouldn’t shoot a smaller buck but I was tired of missing and I was hungry. With one smokey shot, I dropped my first buck of the season. It was then time for a quick much needed nap.
Any sort of hunting of any sort is an exciting experience for me. When I’m in the woods I always think I’m ready and all zeroed in but in nature things change. Sometimes you have luck when you’re not even trying. I hope everyone feels the euphoria of being out there chasing down the big one. Don’t get mad about missing, killing a smaller one than your buddy or not seeing a thing. Just smile and think that’s just another day you’ll get to hunt for that living room hanger. Wish me luck for the Deertour, I’ll need it.