Just to bring this thread full circle. I was able to kill my first deer in over 20 years with a recurve this past weekend. The story on the 'buck' I shot is kind of funny and confirmed some thoughts I was having at the moment about the important things in life.
When I decided to switch back to a recurve I decided I was going to try to take a doe in early season and was going to take the first 2.5+ yr old buck that I had an opportunity at. My early season attempts at a doe resulted in several opportunities at 1.5 yr old bucks but I was never given a shot I was comfortable with at a doe. I almost pulled the trigger one night on a 4 pt but, kept thinking about having to sit through November without a buck tag, so I passed.
Fast forward to this past weekend and me and my 17 yr old son went to a camp we have that borders some public land about an hour from our house. I grew up hunting out of this camp and although I still have family that get together there during rifle season every year, I haven't hunted there for over a decade because I have 'better' places to hunt. When I was growing up someone would occasionally kill a decent buck at camp but, we all got excited over any buck we killed, regardless of size.
So this weekend started with a spike walking by me the first morning before I even had my linesman belt unhooked. I had an under 20 yd broadside shot but passed. The weekend continued like much of my early season, we were in deer constantly and I had several opportunities at 1.5 yr old bucks but, couldn't get a doe to cooperate. I did have a 2.5 yr old 8 pt chase a doe by me Saturday evening but, I couldn't get him to stop.
Sunday afternoon I got set up at about 11:00 am on the end of what we used to call "White Oak Flat". I had several does feeding towards me about 12:30 but, like was typical for my season so far they ended up looping down wind of me and took off. I sat there for the next four hours without seeing a deer. As I was sitting there I started reflecting on the hunting I did in this exact spot when I was a kid, the camps we used to have and how none of us cared how big the bucks we shot were. I was also thinking about how my son who doesn't get a lot of time to hunt anymore had already passed up two bucks this weekend that I would have loved to shoot when I was his age. I got the impression he at least partly passed them up because they were deer he thought his Dad wouldn't shoot. Then I started thinking about the recurve I was hunting with. How It was the first bow my dad ever built and he gave it to me 20 years ago and I had yet to shoot at a deer with it. At that point I thought, screw it. I am shooting the next deer I see, regardless of how big it is. Within minutes of me thinking this, I hear the unmistakable sound of a deer walking directly below me. I looked to my right and ten yards from the base of my tree was the smallest spike I had ever seen. I have no idea where he came from. I literally looked up to the sky and with a smile said "Really", he couldn't have at least been a four point?
About 1/2 hour before this the thermals had started pulling down hill, which was the way I was facing, so I had stood up on my platform and turned around with the tether over my shoulder to watch above me. This meant the buck was now on my weak side with me standing with my back to the tree. This deer stood there at ten yards as I picked up my bow, pivoted around on my platform, grabbed a hold of my tether and slowly let myself back down into my saddle so the deer was now back on my strong side. There was one limb in my way but, just like it was scripted he took two steps forward and stopped, so I now had a 12 yard quartering away shot. I ended up making a good shot, a little higher then I wanted but still got the tops of both lungs and I watched the deer pile up about 100 yards away.
It was a 1.75 mile hike back out to the packs, then back in to cut it up and back out all after dark but, it was well worth it. My son and I had a blast joking around and and talking on the hike. When we got back to the deer I realized that neither horn was three inches long which means according to MD law I have to use my doe tag on it, so I still have my buck tag for the rest of the month. But the buck serves a purpose as neither of my boys will ever have to worry about shooting a buck smaller then Dad's anymore. I am not sure it's possible for one to be smaller.
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