All of the boys in this house have been waiting with barely-contained excitement for that special Saturday to finally get here. Picture something like a pack of hyped-up racehorses in their respective gates, chomping at the bit, restlessly awaiting that signal shot. Only with bigger guns.
Saturday morning finally arrived and it looked promising. Now, I mean it literally looked promising. I glanced out of our back window and a faint rainbow had dropped to the ground right where our guys were out hunting.
Sign of good things to come, right?
It has been a HORRIBLE hunting season this year.
The boys have seen a few good bucks but never in a place that they can get a good shot at them.
I think they are all just rattled and have lost their confidence because I was the one to land the first buck this year. (I just used my car to do it, no need to get up out of my seat or get my hands dirty using a nasty gun.)
On opening day they saw a few does but let them pass by because they were sure they were going to be getting the big bucks.
A couple of days into the season, having no luck and seeing next to no deer, they decided they'd shoot does if they saw them. Better does than nothing.
But then there were no does either.
So they lay awake at night, scheming and plotting, strategizing and crying....
Finally they decided to form a hunting posse and David, Jason, Seth and our friend Nathan headed out to the great woods.
I waited back at the homestead.
In the nice, warm, cushioned, carpeted, soft-seated, refrigerator and snack pantry accessible, satellite television enabled homestead.... and thought about the posse out in the freezing cold wind watching the empty pastures.
Finally a text came in!
It was Seth.
The message brought news of a deer finally being brought down.
David had made the shot and Seth was in the process of helping David drag the deer in.
David had set up his hunting position on top of an old metal shed behind an old house that sits on Poppy and Baaboo's property. Being up on that building gives you a great view out across many pastures but sometimes such a wide open view isn't the best thing because you can see deer running around out of your range and you have to just sit there and feel frustrated if you cannot get them to come in closer to you.
Seth's message was laced with excitement and pride as he bragged on his little brother. "At least 300 yards and a dead drop." And he had taken time to pose his little brother with his deer for a photo before the daylight was gone.
Eventually I got the call that the deer had been brought in and I could come down and see it. Upon arrival I was given all of the details of the adventure.
David had been on top of his little building. He saw a doe and decided to take the shot. After Seth got to David the boys worked together. Using their cell phones, David stood atop his shed directing Seth down in the field guiding him to where the deer went down. Seth found the deer with no problem, she dropped right on the spot David had shot her. The boys dragged the deer in and Jason and Nathan met up with them. Going back over the area they had covered, Jason realized that the shot was more like 400 yards if not a little more. And it split the heart.
Looks like we have another sniper in our family!
The funny thing is, David has this ongoing little joke of his...
When the guys are getting ready to go out and they are readying their guns and ammo, Jason asks David if he has enough ammo and David always replies "I only need one" and holds up just one bullet and puts it in the ammo-holder-thingy.
So when all was said and done this evening and we were all back inside the nice, warm, cushioned, carpeted, soft-seated, refrigerator and snack pantry accessible, satellite television enabled homestead David came up to me, looked me in the eye, pulled the spent casing from his pocket and held it up as he said, "See, I told you, just one."