I didn’t grow up in a hunting family, so hunting was a foreign concept to me until I married my husband, he rarely misses a season.
I took hunter’s safety with no intention of ever hunting. But my husband kept buying me tags, so I figured I’d give it a try.
This is my third year hunting and for us it’s a big family event. We take our three kids and, this year, my father-in-law and one of my husband’s brothers and his friend joined us.
On the first day of the season in game management unit 24, we hopped on our 4-wheelers just as dawn was breaking. We went up a little-used trail, it leveled out and my daughter behind me yells, “Deer!”
I stop, but my husband keeps going and almost runs into the doe before he sees her. The doe is only about 30 yards away, watching us. I wait for her to turn and shoot. She only makes it about 20 yards before she falls. My first harvest!
My husband spots another off in the trees about 25 yards away. My husband shoots. Two deer in two minutes!
The whole family helps in the field dressing process — that is until my son says, “Daddy, my stomach hurts,” and my daughter adds, “That’s the sickest thing I’ve ever seen!” However, afterwards, both ask, “Can we go hunting again next year?”
Now that’s a successful season!
Thank you for a wonderful memory and opportunity!
Photo by: Randy Dionne. Pictured, left to right standing: Riker, Amariah and Nazareth Dionne. Kneeling: Sedona and Jen, with her first deer.