The Laid-Off Hunter

 

   The “turkeer” months are upon us, sandwiched in between the turkey and deer season.  A times when the lemonade pours and the grill is more active than you are. Summer is here! Better referred to as the off-season, to the majority of hunters. Reminisces of gobbling and strutting has ceased the mind, while the pursuit of old mossy horns slowly rejuvenates your soul.

   Just the other day, I sadly stuffed my trusty Blodgett’s Turkey Calls in my cluttered closet to gather dust until next spring. Although, after blowing off the rubbish, I was reinforced with glee. Odor Free Scent Killer that has been through it all, a grunt call with a broken reed, and lastly the harsh memories of last seasons dismay was discovered.  A clean miss on an animal that I’ve harassed my whole season of 03'. A specific deer that I have roughly spotted five times out of season and three times during the season. Some people say, “Third times a charm . . .” Well it’s visa-versa for me. Buck fever, indistinct yardage and rushing the shot helped mister eleven pointer frolic away untouched. That is why I’m going to remind all of you to shoot your bow now, as in tomorrow. I’ve started smashing arrows with my new Whisper Creek Archery bow last month already. Consistent practice doesn’t hurt anyone.

   After several missing bird feeders my mother has given up on feeding them darn winged creatures. Little did she know all seven broken feeders lay quietly tucked away in the back of the garage with arrow holes accompanying. Every so often when pesky sparrow’s grabbed a bite to eat, I couldn’t help myself other than winging a Gold-Tip arrow at the agile birds. Can you believe all seven birds got away? With the expense of feeders, I retired myself as a sparrow hunter.

   I was young, running around the yard with a kid bow like an Indian warrior after buffalo. I relish the moments of receiving my first bow. What an honor to say the least. With a Whisper Creek Archery bow, Tru-Fire release, Tru-Glo Stabalizer, Vital Bow Gear sight and rest, G5 Broad Heads, and Gold Tip arrows where can I go wrong? I firmly believe I have the best hunting-bow setup in the world. Hey, I have extreme confidence and repute in my bow. Your bow should symbolize you and be a part of you. In fact, the more you enjoy your bow, the more you enjoy hunting. Now, at the age of sixteen, maturity has taken its toll. I hunt with a grownup’s bow and hunt real game, but . . .

   Put it this way, shooting at birds are difficult. They are as nimble as jack-be-nimble and the candle stick. Dusting off small game will improve you as a hunter. It sharpens your skills that may need to be tweaked before your out in the big-woods after the big-boys. Does a football player lift weight? Do bodybuilders consume excess protein? Is Martha Stewart a cheat? Does a bow hunter need to prep-up before entering the arena of antlers? My answer is without a doubt, yes.

   I know of too many people who venture afield without taking the time to sight in their bow, or even practice! That is a scary thought. None-the-less, find time to rip some arrows in the ten ring. Almost every hunter has had a blooper here and there, why not decrease the odds of that happening? Lets work on my mistakes, because most archers have run into the same trouble with buck fever, yardage and rushing the shot.

 

-Keep Cool-

 

   The sound of crunching leaves and twigs may make anyone suspicious. Only more so when Bullwinkle is at the base of your tree. Your heart flutters like partridge wings and your body feels like hot air. To make it even better, your hands jitter, plus nitwitted mistakes bungle-up all at once. That is why there are so many stories and tales about, “The one that got away.” I happen to visualize the upcoming event. When a shooter buck comes strolling by, I make a judgment on what he’ll do and what I’ll do. Focusing on the animal like vultures on a deceased rabbit are what separates the meaning of a hunter from a killer. You need to could-shoulder any subjects, but the of punching an arrow through the beasts lungs. Once you start “thinking,” you’re done for. Thoughts of missing and clumsiness will drench you and it will and does happen. Plan ahead, don’t let your mind tamper with you, and visualize the attack.

  We sportsmen strive on these tiny moments that mean so much to us. Hours, days or even years afield, when that precious moment is given to you, you need to take full advantage of the situation. Everyone is yearning for their virtue calling.

-Chramin Ultra Soft-

 

   I’m sorry, there isn’t any time to take out your tape measurer and compensate the distance from the tip of your broad head to the opposite shoulder of the buck. Or even your laser range finder, because the average hunter cannot afford “another” hunting accessory as it is. What ever happened to the good ol’ tissue on branch method?

   Back when I was young, four years ago, my uncle took me out bow hunting for the first time. We were both crammed together like sardines in a can on a home made stand nailed to a tree. Put it this way, the stand couldn’t be T.M.A. Certified if we both were strapped with safety-belts! Anyway, Charmin toiled each branch in front of us. Marking ten, twenty, and thirty yards. This didn’t cost you a leg and arm, rather a trip to the mens room before heading afield. My uncle obliterated many deer this way.

    In the twenty-first century when a minute passes your behind two, there is a demand of new methods. So I embarked on a manner of dispensing my S&P Game Farm Deer Scent on wick’s spread thirty feet apart. Basically, nailing two birds with one stone; It whirled the essence of deer urine through the hardwoods while supplying me the knowledge of distance.

   If your fortunate enough to procure the twenty-first century laser range finder so-be-it, while I’ll stick to the wallet friendly manner of t.p. Remember to pick off the trumpery when finished hunting.

 

-The Blitz Assault-

 

   Hunting can relate to the old story of “The Tortuous and the Hare.” Some hunters integrate with the Hare by rushing themselves to a point of doom. The last thing to do when a shooter buck is chipping yards is hurry yourself. You’d be better off taking your bow and tossing it over your shoulder, because the odds of you piercing vitals is slim. You need to slow down and visualize the attack like a middle line-backer reading the quarterbacks cadence. Waiting for just the correct timing to pounce on the opportunity.

   In the tortuous’s eyes, patience pays off. I know of some people who stick a message on their bow that reads quotes to help them relax and concentrate. I find a small spot on the deer, focus on that single spot, and release the arrow at that single spot. It could be a marking near the vitals, or a clump of hair. By doing this procedure, it secures you from shooting the outline of the animal, while you should be aiming at detail of the animal. That is why target manufacturers put bulls eye’s on targets. You don’t aim at the target, you aim at the bulls eye. When the scene of action is upon you, you must rehearse the shot you took yesterday. Every shot should be the same. Draw back, find your anchor point, aim and smoothly release. It’s that easy, although easier said than done. With perfect practice and true persistence, you will soon find your “buck” shot.

 

-You Gotta Love It-

 

   Each year more and more people get sucked into the whole mess of bow hunting. I believe everyone likes it for different reasons. I personally indulge on the feeling of tension, high nerves, and glory. It’s almost the same as chewing gum. You can chew as much gum as you want, but the fresh taste in the beginning is what every gum-chewer desires. Once fulfilled, they want more! Just like us bow hunters hunger more close encounters with white-tailed deer. Hunting is nicotine to our souls.