To make a long story short, I spent the majority of my teens and early 20's in the oilfield. Rarely had time to hunt bc I was on call 24/7. Anywhere from the gulf to the coast of Brazil. 3 years ago all of my hunting equipment was stolen out of our camp house. My father brought it with him the night before bc I was coming home the next day and driving straight in to hunt the rut, which happens to be the end of November around here. Mathews z7, climbers, sticks, lock ons, cameras, boots, clothes, you name it, gone the next morning. Sick to my stomach was an understatement. Just recently have I gotten back into the swing of things and finally accumulated a quarter of the things I use to have. Haven't had high hopes this year bc our lease was yanked right out from under us at the beginning of season. Had to resort to joining a camp where the only rule is, " if it's brown it's down ". I personally can't stand this type of hunting, if you even wanna call it that but it was a last resort. So I scouted, and scouted, and scouted some more. Nothing but pictures of critters. Depressing is an understatement. But my old man always told me that it can happen at anytime. And it did. Sitting in a LW climber, surrounded by a cedar tree, reading post on this forum and out pops the first deer I've seen while sitting in a tree stand in over three years. Pretty sure she could hear my heart pounding out of my chest. Collected myself and made a perfect quartering away shot at 30 yards. In the lungs, out the opposite crease. She went 40 yards and crashed. It was then that I knew that there is always something good that comes from a negative experience. It was also then that I realized why I started Bowhunting in the first place. Nothing like it all coming together and being able to fully appreciate what God has given us the ability to do and overcome. Have vacation time coming up and hope to harvest something bigger, maybe some horns this time, but if not, I won't complain about more meat in the freezer as well. Sorry for the long post but, just can't express enough the feeling I had after three years and finally letting one fly. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Awesome man good work! Im oilfield also and know the struggle. Glad you were able to get back into it!
