Opening Weekend

Well, saturday morning came faster than I could expect. Stephanie got first dibs to hunt a spot I had a really good feeling about. I was with to film and for some light encouragement. We got settled in just before light and at about 15 minutes to 8, we had a doe and two fawns come right beneath us. While I was filming them, Steph was trying to get my attention. Finally, I looked down, mostly wondering why she was moving around so much, and she looked at me and said, "Buck!" So I turned around and could see a deer's body. His coat was fully gray, but I couldn't see his head yet. I was hoping for something huge, but nope. It was a young little 8 point. Steph said that there was a second buck with it, but I never did get a chance to see it. I only got a bit of footage of the buck, because I was trying to lean over to talk to her. She's right, our stands should be closer together. I adjusted them later. But overall, it was a great opening morning and Steph's first bowhunt was a success, without even shooting.

That evening we sat in the rain in my groundblind hoping to get a crack at a buck making his way down to the bean field to the southeast. Didn't see a thing.

Monday morning was my birthday and so I wanted to hunt, obviously. We went back to the same spot that we sat opening morning and didn't see a deer. Maybe Steph needs to be hunting in order to see something. Well, maybe we'll shoot one Thursday morning. We've got plenty of decent bucks to hunt, it's just a matter of getting in the right spot at the right time.

My First Bear

A week ago today, I shot my first bear. Well, actually, my second bear, but the first that I found. The friday before (September 5th) I shot at a small chocolate bear and we tracked him for over 1000 yards before he bedded up and quit bleeding. We filmed both hunts and were able to watch the shot placement over and over. I think I only got one lung on the first bear. So, although I was dissapointed, I got back out in the woods and we had another decent bear come into the bait station. this one we guessed at 250, but he had a nice white V on his chest, so I elected to take a shot. A little further back and a few inches higher was my shot this time. He only ran about 50-60 yards and started his death cry. I was thinking, maybe he's growling cause he's ticked and he's gonna come out of the brush and head right for us. But that was it for Mr. Bear. Over all, it was a really exciting hunt. We're going to head out there today and try to get my friend Benji a big bear. So maybe I'll be writing again.