A Non-Typical Evening
Posted on January 8, 2013
This ordinary Saturday in September ended with a monster non-typical buck on the ground for this whitetail hunter!
My arms were beginning to weaken with each passing second as adrenaline surged through my body. I had been at full draw for at least a minute, and the huge Wisconsin buck was still quartering to me as he chomped on stalks of alfalfa. I wanted desperately to release a shot, but elected to let the string down and see if the calm deer would offer me a higher percentage shot angle. That was a hard decision, but one I knew I needed to make.
An Ordinary Day
That Saturday in September had started out just like every other. I woke up around 7:30 a.m., ate breakfast and headed to work at my family’s archery pro shop by 9 o’clock. As I went out to my vehicle to leave for work, I noticed that the wind was blowing in the perfect direction for my favorite stand.
At 1 o’clock, work was over with, and I went for lunch with my brother, Joe, and one of our friends, Mike Blood. We discussed our hunting plans for the evening hunt as we ate our meal. After lunch, I quickly raced for home, and decided to drive past my home to check on one of my mom’s bear baits before I went deer hunting for the evening.
A Turn of Events
Upon checking that bait, I was surprised to see that it hadn’t been touched. Nonetheless, I continued back to my house to get showered up and head to the tree that had entertained my mind all day so far. After only 5 minutes of driving toward home, I noticed lots of cars were stopped alongside the road, and my driving had to come to a halt. Then, I could see the reason why—two ambulance vehicles were parked in the middle of the highway. Unable to determine what was happening, I waited somewhat impatiently for twenty minutes before a helicopter flew into view, and landed next to the ambulance vehicles. Now, I realized that they were picking someone up to airlift them to the hospital.
I had been praying for the people involved in the predicament, but when I was done, I noticed that the time was 4:20. I wanted to be on stand by 5:00, and I still had to drive home and shower before the evening hunt. With no alternative routes to my house, I continued to wait for another fifteen minutes before the road finally cleared. I was crunched for time.
As the road opened back up, I hurried home, took a shower, and headed for my favorite stand. Walking across the lush alfalfa field, I just couldn’t get over how perfect the conditions were. The air was cool and crisp, and the sky was clear blue. What an awesome God we have!
Story and text by Darron McDougal