In 2004, I hunted hard. The locals up there and good friends of mine were telling me the deer were "all gone". They said the years of unlimited doe permits had finally obliterated the herd. I still hunted hard because I love the land up there, and enjoy the woods. Yet, I would be lying to say that 12 days of hard hunting in October that hadn't even produced a single deer sighting wasn't frustrating. I was hunting for venison plain and simple. If I were to see one of the pair of mature doe that survived the square mile I hunt, it surely would not be in the best interest of the herd to harvest this animal.
In November I had thought that the rut might re-shuffle the deck and allow an opportunity to at least see a deer or two. With rejuvenated hope, I set out for my annual 10 day hunt. The woods were incredible and I spent 9 - 10 hours a day hunting in some of the best spots that I knew of. Six days of my vacation had passed, and still not a single deer sighting. Knowing I only had 4 days left, I was going to hunt the trails through my oaks one last time on my property before heading out into the swamps on State land. As the sun was coming up that morning, I herd something moving along the edge of the thick stuff I was hunting. I was nearly shocked to see it was a deer. As it moved along the trail, I could tell that it was a spike. This was the first deer I had seen in nearly 18 days (about 200 hours) of hunting, and it seemed it would emerge and take the trail that crossed 20 yards to my left. Was I excited? You better believe it. There was adrenaline; there always is when you are attempting to harvest a magnificent creature such as this. As he moved into the open I raised and drew my bow. He stopped offering a perfect broadside shot. I released the arrow and watched it disappear just behind the shoulder, about an inch or two below midline. "Perfect shot" I whispered to myself. The deer went only 50 yards. I took out both lungs and severed the aorta just missing the heart. As I approached that deer on that day, the reverent emotions were as strong as any I can remember for any hunt of my life. I knelt next to him in appreciation and whispered "sorry bud, most years I would have passed you up". It was a very moving and very rewarding experience. I have shot many a mature buck, and have many mounts on my walls... but this year and this hunt is as special as any of them.
For this reason I say harvest what is best for the herd that you are hunting. If doe need to be taken, let the young bucks walk and take a few. If the deer herd needs to recover, spare the doe. Whatever you decide to take, appreciate it, enjoy it on your table, and thank your creator for allowing you the opportunity.
Here is a picture if the deer from this story. If anyone here thinks that their 140 class buck, or 6 point from that year was more of a trophy; I could beg to differ with ya!
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