- By Rich Miller
This week has been really slow and I haven’t been able to do much hunting at all. The only thing I’ve been doing is working, trying to get caught up and ahead before I leave for my Kansas trip. The phone is ringing a lot more. Three days this week I have received calls telling me about monster bucks hitting the ground. It looks like I am going to hit Kansas perfect this year and the weather is going to cooperate also.
Over the past couple of nights, I have pretty much put everything together that I think I will need while I am there. Clothes, calls, scents, bow, decoy, and stands are all laid out in the garage ready to go. Every year I swear I am not going to take as much stuff as I did last year, and it looks like I have more this year than I ever have. That’s the good thing about driving and having an enclosed trailer. I don’t have to worry about weight limits or how many bags I can check. I know I can make do when flying because I did it on my bear hunt, but I am glad I don’t have to make it happen on my deer hunts. I have to pick up the field producer and all of his camera equipment when I get to Kentucky, so hopefully we will have enough room for him!
I did get in the woods one afternoon this week. Though I wasn’t there long, it was a very enjoyable hunt. Since the time change, it makes it tough to get in the woods after work but my little boy knows I am getting ready to go out of town and every day he has been saying “deer hunting Daddy, deer hunting Daddy”. That means he wants to go deer hunting, so I had to get him into the stand before I left for my hunt.
The afternoon I was able to take him, we got into the stand just before 5pm. He was real quiet walking in, he was so excited and he had to do everything by himself. When we got settled into the stand he climbed up in my lap and was steady looking, asking “where are the deer?” We had only been there for about 15 minutes, when I noticed a doe coming out on the far end of the field. I pointed her out to him, and then there were six more that followed her into the field. He watched them very intently as they fed, then he climbed out of my lap and was trying to get me to reach for the gun so we could “shoot deer” as he says. After very quietly explaining to him that we were not going to shoot any does, but we were going to wait on a big buck that seemed to satisfy him for a few minutes. Then he would say, “Daddy get gun” yet again. The deer left the field just before it became too dark for us to see. We headed back to the truck shortly after.
Once we got back to the truck, he was all smiles and all he could talk about was the seven deer we saw in the field. Though I wasn’t dragging a big buck out of the field, I sure did take a trophy memory home from that hunt.