In the beginning
My husband and I have been married for a little over 18 years and in the beginning of our relationship I myself was not a hunter but my husband hunted every year. I guess you would have called me the “hunter’s widow.” When bow season started and until late muzzleloader, I barely saw my husband and at times, it truly upset me. Later on in our relationship I decided to either stop complaining or join him. I made the choice to join him and even though it took me about 3 years to harvest my first deer I have been hooked ever since. I have been so lucky to have shared many memories of hunting seasons with my family.
This year on Dec. 1 , 2012 my husband, myself and a friend of ours started our day at 4:30 am. We entered the woods around 6:00am and proceeded to our tree stands. Now mind you we hunted most of the week with no success whatsoever.
The only time we saw anything was when we pushed through a thicket on our hunting grounds, but once presented with a shot we would miss. Shooting at running deer is not at all an easy task. Now prior to our Dec. 1hunt my husband hunted Pa. as he tries to do every year and harvested an 8-point buck. The guys at the camp picked on him because it seems he is always successful at getting a buck and asked him where his horseshoe was!
Well anyhow, Dec. 1, 2012 came around and we were sitting in our stands. My husband was about 80 yards from my stand and around 8 a.m. or so, I heard a shot then another. I jumped up and saw a huge buck running towards me. The buck did his confused dance and then died instantly. My husband and I both shouted for joy over and over again. I then proceeded to climb down from my stand to congratulate my husband on his success at harvesting yet another buck, a big 8-pointer with 2 kickers on his pedicles.