Since my last post, things have been roughly the same, cold and some wind thrown in. I have seen deer, just none close enough. Two does came close, but then walked away. It's gun season, so they we're in range, but it was a risky shot. Then Tuesday, Nov 22, came. I went out to the stand at a normal time of 4 o' clock. I prayed that God would grant me a deer tonight after so many close calls. Around 5, there was a doe behind me in a field. It wasn't a great posture to shoot from, with the tree stand harness restricting some movement, not to mention my stand is on the edge, so branches still block some shooting lanes. But she came closer. I waited. She looked back, and another doe entered the field. Their feeding led them in my direction, I told myself I would take whichever one gave me the first shot. One stepped to where she gave a good view "Bang!" She dropped. I quickly cocked my Winchester for another shot if needed, while the second doe ran to the other side of the field. She stopped and took a look at what had just happened "Bang!" She dropped as well. 2 shots, 2 deer, no trailing needed. After the shot, I was shaking all over, not from cold, but from excitement! God had answered, not with one, but two great does (one may have been the biggest I've ever shot).
What makes it worth the trouble, sometimes not seeing deer, other times not getting a shot, or when cutting up the deer, doing all the work to get the meat processed? Good question. I'm not sure of the answer. Other than the experience of the whole endeavor. The expectation of a deer showing up out of thin air. The adrenaline rush before and after the shot. Holding steady aim when you're shaking all over. The blast of the shot. The reward of success.
What's next for me? Well, I hope to get another one before the season's over! And a certain buck I'm getting pictures of is on the list of "next ups" as well.
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