| Michigan Hunt Day 2- Nov. 4, 2004
I awoke to Grady smacking me in the head at 4:45 am saying “hey dipshit, can you hear that fucking lightning?”. I arose and walked out to the kitchen to be greeted by one of the gnarliest thunderstorms I have seen in some time. It was raining pretty damn hard as well and the fucking temperature gauge read 34’. FUCK!!!!
We decided to wait it out and hammer down some breakfast while going over the day’s plan. After about an hour of bloodthirsty discussion we felt that it was safe to head out as the rain had subsided and the thunder and lightning had disappeared. As we were walking out in the pitch black frigid air I realized that I was totally out of my element. I am a so-cal kid born and raised. This fucking freezing weather shit was a whole new experience for me. I was bundled up like the Michelin man and was still cold as the wind chill made my 3 layers feel like 1.
Upon reaching the stand at 6:00am sharp Grady gave me a little bit of instruction as to how to approach the stand itself so as to not throw a scent or make any unnecessary noise. As soon as I got up the 16 foot stand and racked my bow I saw a white flash out of the corner of my eye as Grady was walking away. I looked over just in time to see the adult doe stop and stare directly at me. She had bounded over a bush directly into my field of view no more than 10 feet from where I was just standing. Five minutes into my first whitetail hunt and I am 20 yards from a shooter doe.
Now here is where the so-called rules of whitetail hunting come into play. Generally speaking, deer that approach a baitpile or open field this time of year will be scanning the area for any unnecessary movement or noises. If they smell you they will bolt(as human odor control is paramount to successful hunts). However, if they see something that they are not familiar with they will usually wait for unfamiliar movement or sound before bolting. Conversely, if they hear something that they perceive to be foreign they will generally scan the area thoroughly for movement or unfamiliar silhouettes before bolting. This being true it is imperative that you wear good camoflauge and be very aware of controlling all unnecessary movement and sounds at all times while in the stand.
As the doe slowly worked toward the baitpile in front of the stand I carefully reached for my bow and was immediately busted. She stopped and stared directly into my eyes for what felt like an hour. For some reason she deemed the Michelin man in the tree non threatening and actually took 2 more steps directly into my shooting lane.
Now here is where one of the other rules of tree stand hunting comes into play when the weather is cold. I can remember one of the guys at the bow shop telling me to do some arm circles etc. before getting into the stand to get the muscles in your shoulder warmed up as it will be much more difficult to draw your bow slowly and steadily in those temperatures otherwise. Well, I forgot. As the doe dropped her head to feed I raised the bow and began to draw. My arms were shaking from my inability to smoothly draw the bow. Due to the shaking, the shaft of my arrow banged against the frame of the bow causing a metal on metal sound that got the deer’s immediate attention. She snapped her head at me and I froze…..mid 32 inch draw…..cold as fuck. The staredown was on.
For what seemed like another hour there we stood starring at eachother waiting for the other to flinch. My shoulder began to burn and my arm began shaking just as she decided again that the Michelin man was not a threat and dropped her head once again to feed. I hurriedly drew the bow completely and lined my 20 yard pin up just underneath her shoulder. My finger slid around the release trigger and I punched the hell out of it sending my shot whizzing an inch over her back.
MOTHER FUCKER!!!!
She took off in an instant and was gone before I knew it. Sullen and dejected I took a seat and resigned myself to waiting for another opportunity….should it arise. As luck would have it I did in fact see a few more does that morning but none gave me any opportunities to shoot. I climbed down off the stand at around 9:00am and headed back to Grady’s house to kick my own ass.
We would hunt 2 more times that day and end up seeing a few more does of in the distance. None presented shooting opportunities and no bucks were making any mistakes. I learned a few valuable lesions this day and would use them to my advantage the next…..for I vowed to not miss again.
Last edited by Anello; Nov-09-2004 at 04:09 PM.
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