On a more serious note, there is a lot of peace and stability that accompanies time spent alone in the woods, allowing ones mind to calmly contemplate the difficult issues of life....
This year I carried my pocket camara with me on many of my hunts. I usually forgot it was there and pulled it out only in moments of boredom. After a very mediocre season of seeing very few real shooters, I finally shot a deer yesterday. It ended up being a real dose of humility. I looked up to see a very nice shooter walking into a clump of pine trees. According to my minds eye I would affirm the deer was about 18 inches wide and quite tall. I pulled my bow back....a deer stepped out of the other side of the pines and I shot it without looking at its rack. Confident that I had shot a nice buck I went and got my brothers to help recover the deer.
To my incredible dissapointment we trailed the deer a mere 50-60 yds and found a very average 8 pt. I wouldn't believe it was the deer I shot, but its hard to argue with my arrow sticking right through its body. Either I stupidly shot a different deer when it came out the other side of the pines, or it is the biggest case of "ground shrink" that I've ever experienced.
The humility is good for me....its just hard to grow trophy bucks when we're shooting these 2 year old bucks. Pennsylvania hunters....we need to let these deer walk.
Ryan and I put in several food plots.
Early season...no deer....bored.
The instrument of death.....
I go WAY up in the trees....often see turkey buzzards circling below me.
Needs one more year to be a shooter....
