“A Day of Hunting”
By Zack Leonard
Age: 14
"It was a late December morning, I had woken up like usual, just before daylight. I was hunting a buck I have been after all season. I knew the end of bow season was near, so if I was going to harvest this buck it would have to be soon. I slipped into my Elusion Camouflage, grabbed my gear, and headed out.
As I stepped out of the tent I felt the cold air hit me like a freight train. A cold, wintry mist sprayed upon my face, as if a wake-up call to hit the road. After spraying myself with 3D White Oak Acorn Scent from 3D hunting supply, I walked toward my hunting area, with every step hearing a seemingly loud crunch of the crisp, fallen leaves under my feet. I could hear the rumble of distant thunder, from a small storm we had the night before. Today was obviously a great day for hunting.
Walking down the valley where I had a tree stand up from the previous evening, I could see very clearly that the animals were moving today. To my left, I had spooked two does into the brush. To my right, two squirrels chased each other up and down trees, playing tag. I could see the creek that my tree stand stood only 20 yards from, so I knew I was getting close.
I arrived at my tree-stand just as the sun was peering over the far tree line. I slowly climbed up my stand and got situated in the seat. I had found a good spot for my stand, just 20 yards from the creek which sat to my right, and only 15 yards from the trail that they use to access the creek, which was directly in front of me. Now it was just a waiting game.
I fumbled around with my gear to get everything ready. I pulled out my PSE bow I kept strapped to my backpack. I grabbed my arrows, which I purchased from Give ‘Em The Shaft Archery and got them secure in the quiver. I also pulled out my Forest Ghost Buck & Doe Grunter, made by Nature’s Voice Game calls, and started my calling.
The squirrels had moved their way over to a tree right beside mine, and realized that I wasn’t supposed to be there. Looking directly at me, they barked up a storm for about 10 minutes, eventually they bored themselves enough to go back to playing tag. Slowly but surely they made their way deeper into the woods.
With limited activity around me, warm clothes on, and a slow trickling sound coming from the creek, I found it hard to keep from falling asleep or day dreaming. I found myself countless times staring blankly into a tree, dreaming of that big buck. Luckily I had brought a book, to keep me busy during the down time of the hunt. So I cracked it open and started reading, hoping it would make time go by faster.
I was just getting started on my book, when I heard some rustling of the leaves behind me. I didn’t want to turn my head, for fear of whatever it was could be looking at me, and dart away before I could turn my head all the way around. The crashing of the leaves grew louder and louder. I could hear it approaching the side of the tree. With my heart pounding, I glared at it out of the corner of my eye, only to see that it was just a young coyote, trying to pass time by skipping around in the leaves. A heart dropping sensation came over me. I watched the coyote as he wandered off into the wilderness.
While sitting in the stand I developed a light cough, which over the course of an hour turned into a deep, gripping one. The denseness and quietness of the woods turned every well covered cough into a loud roar. I thought that would spook the deer for sure. But I was lucky enough to have stuck some cough drops in my pocket earlier. It was already past 11 o’clock, and the morning didn’t look very promising. But I couldn’t give up on this buck I have hunted all season, not now after all I have been through.
Since the morning did not come through for me, I decided to return to the same spot and hunt this evening. So, I packed up all of my gear and headed towards camp. On my way to camp I got a phone call from my boss. Of course he wanted me to work next week. The only bad thing is, it was Sunday, and deer season ended on Thursday. Since there was no way to come up here after work or before, it became clear that today was my last day to hunt.
As I staggered into camp I didn’t see any deer on the skinning post. So I walked up to the campfire and asked if anyone had any luck. Everyone replied no, so that made me feel a tad better. By the time I got there it was already well past noon, so we whipped up some lunch and shared our morning stories. After everyone was finished, I told my friend Paul the news about me having to work. That must have set off a light bulb in his head, for he scurried into his tent.Dumbfounded, I followed him and asked him what on earth he was doing? He had donned his M2D Camo suit and his favorite Hunter Generation cap, snatched up his bow and quickly said, “Hunting!” I couldn’t argue with that, so I grabbed my bow and lead the way to my stand.
When we came to the tree stand we both climbed up. Since it was a Buddy Stand, it could fit two people comfortably. Just like earlier, I got situated and pulled out my gear. Paul did the same. I started my calling with the Nature’s Voice Game Calls’ Forest Ghost Doe & Buck Grunter, and so began the waiting game.
We had been sitting there for a few hours when a lone doe strolled to the creek to get a drink. This gave Paul and I a glimmer of hope that the buck might come through. We watched the doe as she cautiously got a drink from the creek, and shifted through the leaves in search for something to eat. We hoped she would stick around to draw in the big buck for us. While we were watching her, we heard something walking slowly towards us. As it got closer, my heart started beating faster. With shooting light getting dimmer, the big buck we were after walked into sight.
Luckily his eyes were focused on the doe by the creek, so I saw a break to grab my bow. I slowly pulled up my bow and nocked an arrow. I waited for him to get broad sided, and pulled my bow back with my finger on the release. With my whole body shaking I anticipated his every move for what seemed like hours. Finally I worked up enough nerve to let out a little bleat sound with my mouth, and he stopped in his tracks. Because I had previously ranged in the yardage from where he was standing, I was able to put the sights right behind his shoulder. I slowly pulled the trigger on the release and watched the arrow fly. It hit the deer right behind the shoulder and he took off.
Paul looked at me, his eyes nearly wider than the ear to ear smile he had on. It took me a second to realize what I had just done, but when I did, my face looked the same as his. We exchanged some high fives, a few good jobs, and headed down the stand. We were going to give him a while before we went looking for him, so we headed for camp.
When we got to camp everyone couldn’t wait to hear why we were back so early, so we told them the news. They all got exited, but nobody quite as excited as I was. Since it was already five, we gave him until five thirty, and headed back out there. The whole way I was literally jumping up and down with excitement. I couldn’t wait to get to my trophy and marvel it, and then go show it off! While walking through the woods Paul and I explained everything to my dad, who was going to look for blood with us. By the time we got there we had him jumping up and down too.
We walked out to where the deer was standing when I made the shot, and there was quite a bit of blood. But, as we got farther down on the blood trail, it started it get lighter and lighter. We were running out of light so we tied a little flag to a tree where we found the last blood, and made plans to return the next morning to continue our search for the blood. I didn’t get discouraged though, for we have had to do this several times due to the terrain and how tough the deer are. So we headed back towards camp, where they had some dinner cooked up. We ate up, and talked around the fire for a few hours. Then we went off to bed for a good night’s sleep.
Well maybe they got a good night’s sleep, but I didn’t. I was up all night thinking about that big buck, wondering if he was still alive. Time slowly clicked by all night, as I watched the second hand on the clock make it’s minutely rounds. Eventually the sun started to come up, and I jumped up out of bed. I hurried over to everyone’s tents to see if they had woken up yet. Of course they hadn’t, so I decided to take it upon myself to “accidently” wake them up. I fumbled around with firewood, rocks, whatever I could get my hands on.
Finally they stumbled out of their tents. We again headed for the woods to look for the rest of the blood trail. Once we got there we went to the flag where the last blood was. Looking around, we found only a couple more drops. The trail ran cold. My heart sank. I felt so nauseous I couldn’t have told you which way was up. Even though we had no trail to go off of, we took the last blood and followed it straight through, hoping it just stopped bleeding on the outside.
We probably walked 100 more yards until everyone pretty much gave up. We had started back toward the last blood when I saw something white standing out among the brown leaves. There it lay! My heart rate started climbing, and the sick feeling quickly turned into an exciting one. I felt so relieved. Once everyone got over there we started checking it out. There was a total of 12 countable points, no monster, but a trophy in my book by far.
Everyone patted me on the back and prepared for dragging it out. We were able to drag it back to the road we walk down to go to the stand. Dad went and got the truck so we could take it to camp. At camp everyone congratulated me and we ate some well deserved lunch. After checking in the deer at a local store, we measured it. It grossed 172 3/8. A fine buck indeed. I didn’t get to spend much time showing it off though! We hung it on the skinning pole, and I had the honors of skinning it. After skinning it out, I stepped back, took a good look, and saw a job well done. Now it’s time to wash up and head to work!
Final Thought: The time spent in the woods is valuable, and memorable. And I am thankful to have such an amazing family to spend that time with! If you don’t now, you should take some time off to spend in the outdoors with your kid, friend, or maybe even someone you don't know!
Thanks and may God bless,
Zack."