The oldest kid and I are fortunate enough to have a small track of land up the road from the house to hunt (two younger ones are not quite ready, but they go for the excitement). The only rule of thumb is, she has to shoot a doe, spike, or cull before I’ll let her send lead on a mature shooter buck.
Saturday Morning: A 4 point and a six point come running out to the feeder. Neither meets the AR of course, so we patiently wait for something in the criteria to show up. The next one to show up is a FINE 8 point with extra long G2’s (over 40 hours in the stand during bow season and I haven’t even seen this one). The begging begins to let her shoot this one, but after I finally convince her to be patient, we'll get him later, she calms down. The big 8 that we have now nick named “G2” run’s off the other bucks, and wind checks the area, and then heads back to the thicket.
Saturday Evening: Halloween, no hunting.
Sunday Morning: Another 8 point comes out that I’ve nicknamed “Hershey’s” for his dark horns. He’s the first one out after the dinner bell rang. Again, the begging begins, but she realizes I’m sticking to my guns and calms down. Hershey wind checks the area and walks off. Then two good does come crossing through the back part of the pasture, but never come to the feeder. Next out comes a 4 point I’m anxious to see progress next year. He’s at the feeder for a couple of minutes when I believe one of the does from earlier comes out. He forgets about the corn, and starts chasing her everywhere, including right in front of our blind. Daughter is now giggling out of control. This doe wouldn’t give him the time of day. Next, a whole mess of does, 4 good ones, and 5 yearlings cross’s the back pasture, and we patiently wait for them to come to the feeder, which never happens.
Sunday Evening: We arrive at 4p.m. (feeder go’s off at 4:45). At 4:15, a deer run’s down behind the back of the feeder into the thicket, but we didn’t get a look at it, but know it will probably pop out once the feeder go’s off. Well, at 4:40 a small 4 point walks out and he has a little running buddy with him which happens to be one of 3 spikes I’ve been watching. Now the daughter’s knees are knocking out of control. About the time I get her to calm down, the dinner bells rings, and the spike and 4 point waste no time getting into overdrive to get out of there. Thankfully, they only went about 50 yards, and realize that more food has hit the ground. They slowly make their way back to the feeder, and after a couple of minutes (which seemed like an eternity), the spike clears the four point and offers a good broadside shot. I tell her to send lead, and in a split second, the rifle cracks. The spike ran up the fence line about 20 yards, and I thought she missed, and she did as well as she wanted to jack another shell and give it to him again. But by the time she could finish her sentence he falls over. She was PUMPED!!! The poor little 4 point was just standing at the feeder, looking confused not knowing what to do. We finally run him off, but he was convinced he wasn’t leaving w/o his buddy until we get about 40 yards from him.
Overall it was a great weekend and another trophy for the kid. Her patience paid off, and she realizes this. Now she’s fired up for general season to kick off, so she can go chase G2 around.
Saturday Morning: A 4 point and a six point come running out to the feeder. Neither meets the AR of course, so we patiently wait for something in the criteria to show up. The next one to show up is a FINE 8 point with extra long G2’s (over 40 hours in the stand during bow season and I haven’t even seen this one). The begging begins to let her shoot this one, but after I finally convince her to be patient, we'll get him later, she calms down. The big 8 that we have now nick named “G2” run’s off the other bucks, and wind checks the area, and then heads back to the thicket.
Saturday Evening: Halloween, no hunting.
Sunday Morning: Another 8 point comes out that I’ve nicknamed “Hershey’s” for his dark horns. He’s the first one out after the dinner bell rang. Again, the begging begins, but she realizes I’m sticking to my guns and calms down. Hershey wind checks the area and walks off. Then two good does come crossing through the back part of the pasture, but never come to the feeder. Next out comes a 4 point I’m anxious to see progress next year. He’s at the feeder for a couple of minutes when I believe one of the does from earlier comes out. He forgets about the corn, and starts chasing her everywhere, including right in front of our blind. Daughter is now giggling out of control. This doe wouldn’t give him the time of day. Next, a whole mess of does, 4 good ones, and 5 yearlings cross’s the back pasture, and we patiently wait for them to come to the feeder, which never happens.
Sunday Evening: We arrive at 4p.m. (feeder go’s off at 4:45). At 4:15, a deer run’s down behind the back of the feeder into the thicket, but we didn’t get a look at it, but know it will probably pop out once the feeder go’s off. Well, at 4:40 a small 4 point walks out and he has a little running buddy with him which happens to be one of 3 spikes I’ve been watching. Now the daughter’s knees are knocking out of control. About the time I get her to calm down, the dinner bells rings, and the spike and 4 point waste no time getting into overdrive to get out of there. Thankfully, they only went about 50 yards, and realize that more food has hit the ground. They slowly make their way back to the feeder, and after a couple of minutes (which seemed like an eternity), the spike clears the four point and offers a good broadside shot. I tell her to send lead, and in a split second, the rifle cracks. The spike ran up the fence line about 20 yards, and I thought she missed, and she did as well as she wanted to jack another shell and give it to him again. But by the time she could finish her sentence he falls over. She was PUMPED!!! The poor little 4 point was just standing at the feeder, looking confused not knowing what to do. We finally run him off, but he was convinced he wasn’t leaving w/o his buddy until we get about 40 yards from him.
Overall it was a great weekend and another trophy for the kid. Her patience paid off, and she realizes this. Now she’s fired up for general season to kick off, so she can go chase G2 around.
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