Yesterday. Damn near fell asleep in the stand before I heard the first shot.
I’d been burning it at both ends but couldn’t say no, so against my better judgment loaded up on coffee and headed out to the property. Climbed up in the tripod, camo’d head to toe. It had been erected several weeks prior so any deer in the area had time to acclimate.
Looking at the clouds, at the birds, at the property in the distance. It was all so serene. Two hours in and twenty feet up listening to nature in the cold will make anyone drowsy with a heavy enough jacket like mine.
Bang. I’m not startled so much as surprised. I hadn’t seen a thing stirring outside of a few vocal blue jays and now I’m looking down at my buddy in the ground stand looking up at me making a vague circular motion with his free hand. I think he’s telling me to come down and help him drag but he’s not moving. I think for a second and it becomes clear that there are more...that high up and my vision is obscured by the top of the tree between me and my friend. I sit back down and pick up my rifle thankful to have chambered the round before daydreaming.
Nine does bounding across an open field in all different directions and I can’t pick one...so I raise my scope to my eye and track one broadside. And that’s when I see it — three large does see my movement overhead and they stop dead in their tracks. I swing my rifle over and pick the one staring directly at me. I pull the trigger and she drops where she stands.
I come down, high five and pace out 60 yds give or take. Within minutes I’m sloshing around in blood and organs and within the hour driving off to have some food processed just in time for Christmas.
I’m tired but reminded of my addiction