Post by DaveHawk on Apr 22, 2005 8:53:47 GMT -5
I'll see if I can find the pic of his deer but this is the story that will be published in Rub's and scraps next month.
Name: Jarrod Hawksford
Age: 19
School: Senior at Richard Montgomery High School
The day started like any other a “hunting” Saturday. It was late in January and I hadn’t shot a deer all season. I woke up and left my house around 6 o’clock in the morning. I walked a mile to my tree stand, climbed up, and sat down. I have used the same tree stand all season, and it sits on a path to a corn feeder that the deer had been tearin’ up. I was feeling good and all worked up, then it hit 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock, then 9, then 10. Nothing came by so I went to my Dad’s shop and ate lunch with him.
I wasn’t going to go back into the woods, but Dad told me to at least fill the feeders. So I grabbed some corn and I drove back to the woods. I really didn’t feel like walking, so I took my Dad’s 4-wheeler and I drove to my stand. Before I reached my stand, I saw a huge 8-point deer under the feeder, so I stopped. It just stared at me and kept eating. So I called my Dad on my cell phone and told him what I saw.
He said, “What are you doing calling me? Take’em out!”
I hung up and walked about 50 yards past the deer to get my bow at the tree stand. For the whole time it took for me to get my bow and walk back, the deer didn’t move at all. I was about 50 yards away, but I thought I was closer, so I drew back my bow and took a shot. The arrow went under the deer and the deer walked off. I only had that one arrow with me, so I went to go find it. Two minutes later, I found my arrow and I saw the deer walking away. So I ran around the front path of the deer to cut him off, and sure enough, I saw the deer walking toward me as I came out of some thick bushes. The deer saw me and stopped about 15 yards away. So I looked back at him and thought to myself, “not this time.” I drew back my bow and let my arrow fly. Next thing I know, I saw my arrow hit the deer and blood flew everywhere. I had hit a major artery. The deer ended up running about 20 yards, then dropped.
After I shot the deer, I called my Dad. About 30 minutes later, my Dad came out to help and we found a nice, big 8-point, ready to be gutted! This was my very first buck and it made me feel so good when I saw how proud my Dad was of me.
Name: Jarrod Hawksford
Age: 19
School: Senior at Richard Montgomery High School
The day started like any other a “hunting” Saturday. It was late in January and I hadn’t shot a deer all season. I woke up and left my house around 6 o’clock in the morning. I walked a mile to my tree stand, climbed up, and sat down. I have used the same tree stand all season, and it sits on a path to a corn feeder that the deer had been tearin’ up. I was feeling good and all worked up, then it hit 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock, then 9, then 10. Nothing came by so I went to my Dad’s shop and ate lunch with him.
I wasn’t going to go back into the woods, but Dad told me to at least fill the feeders. So I grabbed some corn and I drove back to the woods. I really didn’t feel like walking, so I took my Dad’s 4-wheeler and I drove to my stand. Before I reached my stand, I saw a huge 8-point deer under the feeder, so I stopped. It just stared at me and kept eating. So I called my Dad on my cell phone and told him what I saw.
He said, “What are you doing calling me? Take’em out!”
I hung up and walked about 50 yards past the deer to get my bow at the tree stand. For the whole time it took for me to get my bow and walk back, the deer didn’t move at all. I was about 50 yards away, but I thought I was closer, so I drew back my bow and took a shot. The arrow went under the deer and the deer walked off. I only had that one arrow with me, so I went to go find it. Two minutes later, I found my arrow and I saw the deer walking away. So I ran around the front path of the deer to cut him off, and sure enough, I saw the deer walking toward me as I came out of some thick bushes. The deer saw me and stopped about 15 yards away. So I looked back at him and thought to myself, “not this time.” I drew back my bow and let my arrow fly. Next thing I know, I saw my arrow hit the deer and blood flew everywhere. I had hit a major artery. The deer ended up running about 20 yards, then dropped.
After I shot the deer, I called my Dad. About 30 minutes later, my Dad came out to help and we found a nice, big 8-point, ready to be gutted! This was my very first buck and it made me feel so good when I saw how proud my Dad was of me.
