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Sparky27
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Last year my fiance (and now wife) asked me if I would take her on a deer hunting trip. She had never been before. She tagged along with me on a hunt for a day while we were dating. But that was her only experience.
So, I applied for a unit that she would be able to draw without any preference points. After our wedding early in the summer we spent some time practicing and going over the basics she would need to know.
She turned out to be one tough hunter. She told me she didn't want to go at a slower pace than I would normally go myself. She was determined to do it right. We left camp in the dark, returned in the dark and put in a lot of tough hiking.
The first day started off well when we spotted a buck about 600 yards away. We put a stalk on him and got to within 200. Just as she shouldered her rifle he slipped over the top of the ridge. We never found him after that. The rest of the first day we worked hard and saw 15 does but no more bucks.
This photo was taken near the end of day 1:
Right at daylight on day 2 we spotted a buck silhouetted on top of a ridge. Despite being 250 yards she felt confident and took the shot. The buck dropped and she went crazy!
The ridge behind her is where the buck was standing:
Her first buck! A 3x3:
I felt like the proudest husband in the world.
She nailed a perfect heart shot. He dropped in his tracks.
The cleaning/butchering process wasn't her favorite part but she certainly wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.
Despite the early mornings, the cold and the sore muscles she had a great time. It was a successful trip!
So, I applied for a unit that she would be able to draw without any preference points. After our wedding early in the summer we spent some time practicing and going over the basics she would need to know.
She turned out to be one tough hunter. She told me she didn't want to go at a slower pace than I would normally go myself. She was determined to do it right. We left camp in the dark, returned in the dark and put in a lot of tough hiking.
The first day started off well when we spotted a buck about 600 yards away. We put a stalk on him and got to within 200. Just as she shouldered her rifle he slipped over the top of the ridge. We never found him after that. The rest of the first day we worked hard and saw 15 does but no more bucks.
This photo was taken near the end of day 1:
Right at daylight on day 2 we spotted a buck silhouetted on top of a ridge. Despite being 250 yards she felt confident and took the shot. The buck dropped and she went crazy!
The ridge behind her is where the buck was standing:
Her first buck! A 3x3:
I felt like the proudest husband in the world.
She nailed a perfect heart shot. He dropped in his tracks.
The cleaning/butchering process wasn't her favorite part but she certainly wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.
Despite the early mornings, the cold and the sore muscles she had a great time. It was a successful trip!