posted by Jim on Oct 28
As hard as we tried to get it done in Maryland on the elusive Sika stag last week, we did not. Jim and I were very excited to be the first HPS shooters to put some sausage on the ground or at least the opportunity to do so. But, as it so often happens, the hunting gods had a different plan. On the last evening of our hunt we had a beautiful stag come right to us on a rope begging to be a star just before dark. I call them a muskrat with horns due to their choice of marsh habitat and coloring of chocolate brown. But true to their nature of being a prey animal, he just stopped behind a tree at 15 yards, with the obvious intuition that something just was not right in his world. After a ten minute stand-off he bounded off and stopped right behind the only other tree that offered Mr. Lombardi a no shot situation. Disgust was a word you could have used for the look on young James face but saying that we both had not been to this mountain before would be foolish, because we are hunters. But, upon our return in late December you are going to want to put your money on team J and J for some serious retribution. Beautiful country and great people for sure.
Meanwhile back at the bat cave in Michigan I had left a green horn archer (Little Miss Dangerous) with a one week old Parker Sidekick in her hand practicing daily to build her strength up from never pulling back a bow so that she would-be ready for season. Being right handed and left eye dominant had offered up its share of problems but we got it all sorted out and she was off and firing. On her 20th arrow I heard her slap nocks and thought to myself, “at least she is grouping well”. As she walked to the target the disgusted tone of her voice was obvious when she said “Oh great I broke one of my arrows!” I turned to see her trying to pull the freshly “Robin hooded” pair apart and screamed at her to stop!
So that’s how it all started and it only gets better. After practicing daily with her new rig for 12 days and proving to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was tack driving well out past 20 yards with all her hunting clothes on from a tree stand was she finally able to go hunting. The second night on stand, a gift buck from the gods was sent to her for a memory of a lifetime for a new hunter. At nine yards she stood and stopped it with the patented mouth blat and shot the valves off the top of his heart with a Maniac broad head. He was dead on impact and made it 60 yards to his final resting place in the leaves. It was an absolutely perfect kill. It was a very proud moment for the teacher, as well as, the student, I must admit.
As I age in my own QDM program and my back has a sway in it and my gut hangs a little closer to the ground I find myself looking for the simple things in life like when and where….just like this one. Welcome to the ranks Kimberly…..You are a bow hunter!
Now, for the Miss Hannah story, as you’ve seen from the past stories and pics she also was trained by a modern day Daniel Boone and is no greenhorn in the deer woods. This is not her first buck, but definitely her biggest with gun or bow. She is also shooting a Maniac broad head with awesome results and a great blood trail to say the least.
Luckily for her a scout (known by her as The Old Man), had passed this great deer up last year and this year and had it patterned to a T the night before. As every great father would do, Stew put her on the spot and she made the shot count. It’s nice to see that not all our youth has gone off in the wrong direction. I would personally like to see a few more Hannah’s in the woods. I was proud to gut her deer for her even though she only held the legs open for a minute or so before easing to the upwind side of the situation! I didn’t blame her at all.
Congratulations to both girls for an exceptional October and the only thing I would like to suggest is that you both get all your girlfriends involved so that you can all hunt together like Stew and I do. And just maybe then you can let us get back to some serious hunting of our own instead of tracking all of your deer! You know, we hunt too! Very proud of you!!