One of the greatest pleasures of my life has been intorducing my kids to bowhunting. Sterling is the caboose of the family, he's 12. And as of last night, all five of my kids have bagged deer. My oldest son is 26 and he and his wife are bowhunting near Rochester, MN after several years of not hunting, so it does carry on. Anyway here's the story of Sterling's first deer.
As it was getting dark last night I went to get Sterling out of his stand. When he got down and walked up to me I asked the standard question: What did you see? "Wellll..." he said "I saw a shrew.. some birds... and Oh yeah, a deer with an arrow in it."
WHAT? was my response. Then he started blabbering about the deer and the shot and it looked like a good shot and blah blah blah. Man was he excited and talking a mile a minute. 100 yards of trailing lung blood and we were field dressing his first deer. He'd told me that it was a nice sized doe but it turned out to be the biggest button buck I have ever seen; about 120 pounds. He can't wait to get to school today with the pictures.
Life is good.
As it was getting dark last night I went to get Sterling out of his stand. When he got down and walked up to me I asked the standard question: What did you see? "Wellll..." he said "I saw a shrew.. some birds... and Oh yeah, a deer with an arrow in it."
WHAT? was my response. Then he started blabbering about the deer and the shot and it looked like a good shot and blah blah blah. Man was he excited and talking a mile a minute. 100 yards of trailing lung blood and we were field dressing his first deer. He'd told me that it was a nice sized doe but it turned out to be the biggest button buck I have ever seen; about 120 pounds. He can't wait to get to school today with the pictures.
Life is good.
