White Tail Buck in the Woods
HUNTING TRADITION’S PASSED ON                                                                                          

It’s a cold, crisp winter day, cloudy and damp, just right for still hunting or stalking
game in the woods of central Texas. The hunt takes place in Bosque County just
west of Lake Whitney. A mix of hardwoods and mesquite with a touch of cactus,
open areas of grasses and succulent plants. Along for the hunt is a son and his
daughter. They are bow hunting for white tail deer. Beth is along for the experience
as she does not carry or shot a bow, being about twelve years old, not quite strong
enough yet to pull and hold the minimum draw weight of compound bow. Dressed
in full camouflage, they slowly still hunt along the edge of a well used game trail.
Reaching an area that has been previously scouted and tree stands set up. One in
a very large oak tree and, the other a short distance away over looking a small
pond and feeder. There is a series of game trails leading into the pond and a small
clearing. He places Elisabeth in a concealed pocket of brush at the base of the old
oak, so she may safely observe the clearing and any game that shows up. A short
time later a hunting companion, Mike comes in to the same oak tree and climbs
into the stand placed in the top. Totally unaware some one is sitting so quite and
still and camouflaged so well he did not notice her. Into the tree he climbs, he
settles in to the stand. She wonders should I say something or just stay quite and
still. Finally Beth decides it might be best to make Mike aware of her presence,
since he dips and might have to spit or have a nature call. She finally tries and gets
his attention, with surprise and somewhat shocked to find a doe of a different
species than was expected. They stay, sit quietly and watch trails leading into the
clearing, birds, ducks flying over going to Lake Whitney or other ponds but no
deer. Mean time David in the tree stand by the pond has heard a very faint sound.
His senses tuned into his surroundings, adrenalin builds, heart pounding, a
movement is spotted along one of the trails leading in to the pond . It’s a deer,
silently he waits for a sign, is it a buck or a doe? Will the deer show it’s
self ? Finally a large mature doe steps into sight. Patiently waiting the hunter gets
ready, drawing his compound bow when she turns her head to check the back
trail. Finally the deer steps to his twenty five yard marker. Just as he sets the
twenty five yard pin on her and releases, at that very same instant she spooks,
clean miss, arrow hits where she had been. David gets down and checks for any
sing of blood or hair to indicate a hit, satisfied it was a clean miss, and He says
thanks in his mind for the opportunity. Slowly he walks back to the ancient oak
tree to met his daughter Beth and finds her and friend Mike waiting. Unlike the
predator that missed and spends his night hungry, the hunters go back to camp
for a good meal and campfire. They talk of past hunts, experiences and lessons
learned are shared. Each sit’s quietly by the fire, watching the stars, enjoying the
quality time shared.
May  your arrows be true,                                                                                                 
Story by Bassman1                                                      
Pincel Drawing of White Tail Buck
Four Point White Tail Buck, Llano, Texas
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