The season starts off by me going straight from work to my parent’s house. Unloading my overnight gear and getting my clothes, gun, and accessories ready for my 5:45am call time. After that I chat with my mom and dad and this time we talked about their trip to Italy. Lucky is all I can say. It’s their second time there and I am no more jealous than I was the first time they went, last year. After that I head out to the party. It was at the Cross’s house this year and even though Jr.’s an asshole and Sr. & Steve were drunk as skunks it was still a good time. We, me my brother and his friends, took off to Crocker’s and had some more beer then we all passed out for the morning.
I have to say it was freaking windy!! Two trees fell down and I thought I was going to fly away, but it was a nice quiet morning besides that. We pushed some woods, had lunch and then sat for the afternoon. Well everyone sat around 2:30 and I plopped down in my spot at 1pm to take a nice little nap. When everyone was almost in position, or just getting out of their trucks, I woke up. Just in time too, because when Bob walked into the woods a nice little 7 point came right at me and I am happy to say I shot my first deer running through the woods.
With me shooting my brother realized he wasn’t in position yet and started running to the woods and got himself a very nice 9 pt. All because I was antsy and shot a deer. He said he had to relearn how to shoot a running deer. Now I love my brother and he hunts a lot more than me, but I seem to have a lot better shot than he does. We always say he will get a deer with 15 bullets instead of just 1.
After that we tracked some more bucks because we ruined the evening sit for everyone else in our group. To no avail we didn’t find them.
The next day started off the same as the first, sitting in the woods, freaking cold out, watching some bucks does and fawns being chased by a freaking coyote. If it was closer I would have shot it, as my dad now calls me trigger happy.
After that we went to push Frost’s woods. It is this horrible woods that I always get stuck going through. It is viney full of thicket and trees and I always fall, get stuck, and get my hair caught in trees. This time was no exception, sadly after all my stress in the woods nothing decent came out.
We ended up pushing the west bank and Evan shot a very nice 8pt with the help of Bob and with that point I called it an end to my opening weekend.
I ate lunch with the guys and headed for home, bruised, tired, but happy.
This is same thing every year, and I am so happy to be a part of the tradition. Now I just need muzzleloader season to open so I can bag me another big one!
<3 Mrs. D
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