Luciano Cunningham, a 13-year-old who is in the eighth grade at Lakeside Junior High School, harvested his first deer, a 10-point buck weighing in at around 250 pounds, on Oct. 18, 2013 at 6:30 p.m. He was shooting a 10-point Wicked Ridge crossbow with a 175-pound pull launching Carbon Express Surge bolts tipped with X Blade 125-grain broadheads.
His deer was at 25 yards when he arrowed him and ran another 45 before dropping. He was wearing Scent blocker Clothing in a Mossy Oak pattern and used scent away spray before entering the woods. Their blind was home made out of slab wood and backed up against a big ol patch of greenbriers.
A bear of a tail
Every once in a while I get a message from a reader that’s just to good to keep to myself and that’s exactly what this one is so I’m passing it on for you reading pleasure.
My name is Roger Fetters, and I live in southern Ashtabula County, New Lyme Township. I was bow hunting Tuesday night at approximately 6 p.m., sitting in my tree stand. As the time passed, and passed and passed, I decided it was time to doe bleat and grunt call, just to see what would happen.
Within several minutes of doing so, I saw something running toward me. My heart was thumping and my hopes were high. As I gazed at the figure barreling toward me, I was surprised to see what looked like a large, black dog rapidly approaching, getting closer and closer.
When he got about 40 yards away, he stopped running, then kept walking to about 20 yards from my stand. To my surprise, the “dog” was a 150- to 200-pound black bear, looking for dinner!
He stopped, looked at the ground, and ate what I think was a nut. As I sat (not calmly, for God’s sake!) having never seen a bear in the wild, especially so close to home, I was fumbling with my cell phone camera, while something warm and wet went down my leg! (Just kidding).
Shaking, I attempted to take a picture with my phone, with my stupid finger over the lens — who can think at a time like that!
He must have seen me move, because he then looked up toward me. The bear then sloooowly hunkered down, turned very slowly, walked behind me and departed, heading west.
After I calmed down, which took a while, I then, like the bear, got out of Dodge. Of course, after sending my video to several thousand friends and family, can’t miss an opportunity like that.
But the video is not the quality you could use as evidence, for sure. What an experience after 40-plus years of hunting in Ashtabula County!