So I was sitting here, thinking I have till March to wait for the draws to come out, and for some reason my mind wandered to my first successful harvest of a big game animal, probably cause I'm still trying to get my 6 yr old a caribou this winter. Then I thought, wow, i'd sure like to hear others stories about thier first big game harvest!
When I was 7, my dad and i were on a Columbia Blacktail hunt in the coastal rainforests of Washington State. I had passed all of his tests over the previous 5 years, and spent a lot of time packing a toy wooden gun in the woods while he continuously corrected me on the proper way to handle a gun, so I was ready!
He set me up on a stump before daybreak, and he moved off about 50 yards and did the same. I remember thinking he was too far away from me, and it was chilly this fine morning. I looked down at the 30-30 Buffalo Bill commemortive in my hands thinking "I sure wish something would step out".
About 45 minutes later, I caught movement in the trees about 100 yards away, moving in my general direction. My heart started pounding, and I grabbed that old rifle tighter... As the movment started to materialize, I noticed it was a deer, and it had some hardware on the skull.... Now I'm really excited. I slowly look around for the old man, and he's facing the other way, a puff of smoke rising above his signature black stocking cap, and I realize I'm alone on this hunt....
The buck moves closer, picking brush, and popping his head up now and again to look around. At about 60 yards, the deer stops, and intently looks past me and at my dad, probably catching the movement of the smoke on this still morning.
I pull up the heavy octogon barrell, and take aim. The deer is broadside, and doesn't catch my movement. Taking aim, I squeeze the trigger.... the deer takes a leap and falls in the thick grass in the area....
After catching my breath, and not being positive what has happened, I look over my shoulder to see my dad running over at first with a look of concern, but once he seen me smiling, he was whooping it up. I pointed the spot where he fell, and we quickly walked over to find a nice forked horn buck.
I'll never forget that day, as it is as clear in my mind today as it was on the day it happened.
What's your story???