ArcherandShooter
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Springmom and I just returned from a 3-day draw hunt in Huntsville State Park north of us. Regular season ended Sunday, but this doe-and-spike buck cull hunt was set for the time right after, and we got to go.
Beautiful deer hunting weather (freezing overnight, cool and clear in the afternoons, no wind to speak of). Good companionship with the park rangers and our fellow hunters. And some of the best chicken-fried steak we ever did eat for dinner after the hunt.
I got skunked - didn't even SEE a deer except for one large buck who disapproved of my presence so near to his bedding. Several others didn't even see that many deer.
But Springmom, now that's a different story.
She was assigned to a blind at the corner of the park, overlooking service roads that ran 90 degrees to each other along the park borders. Long narrow lines of sight. Tuesday morning at 10:00 or so, she looks up and sees a young buck crossing one of the service roads at the top of the rise beyond a gully leading to the property next door.
She was not sure of the distance, but could see well enough to know it was a shootable spike, so she raised her rifle and took the shot.
After the deer fell, she went to pick him up and wait for the ranger-mobile to bring her back to HQ for check-in. When she got to the deer, who was already dead, she pointed our laser range-finder back to the stand she'd been in...
215 YARDS.
DRT.
Dressed out at 73 pounds, a nice 1-1/2 year old east TX deer. He's at the butcher's as I write this.
As you might guess, I'm just a little proud of her. I'll let her tell you about it herself, but I insisted on the husband's right to brag first.
For those of you who helped her in her thread about the scope problem she had getting ready for the hunt - I guess she fixed it, wouldn't you say?
There's a photo attached...
Beautiful deer hunting weather (freezing overnight, cool and clear in the afternoons, no wind to speak of). Good companionship with the park rangers and our fellow hunters. And some of the best chicken-fried steak we ever did eat for dinner after the hunt.
I got skunked - didn't even SEE a deer except for one large buck who disapproved of my presence so near to his bedding. Several others didn't even see that many deer.
But Springmom, now that's a different story.
She was assigned to a blind at the corner of the park, overlooking service roads that ran 90 degrees to each other along the park borders. Long narrow lines of sight. Tuesday morning at 10:00 or so, she looks up and sees a young buck crossing one of the service roads at the top of the rise beyond a gully leading to the property next door.
She was not sure of the distance, but could see well enough to know it was a shootable spike, so she raised her rifle and took the shot.
After the deer fell, she went to pick him up and wait for the ranger-mobile to bring her back to HQ for check-in. When she got to the deer, who was already dead, she pointed our laser range-finder back to the stand she'd been in...
215 YARDS.
DRT. Dressed out at 73 pounds, a nice 1-1/2 year old east TX deer. He's at the butcher's as I write this.
As you might guess, I'm just a little proud of her. I'll let her tell you about it herself, but I insisted on the husband's right to brag first.
For those of you who helped her in her thread about the scope problem she had getting ready for the hunt - I guess she fixed it, wouldn't you say?
There's a photo attached...
