I asked Linda to pick me up from work a few minutes early to get the jump on the fast diminishing daylight this time of year. On the drive home she told me of her escapades during the afternoon; as we pulled in the driveway I said, “Let’s quick put on our boots and hunt! We can’t get something sitting at home watching tv.” Linda got her boots on a bit faster than I, so I told her, “Don’t wait for me; head to the `T’; I will do the loop and see if I can push something to you.” (What we had been trying so far during the season wasn’t working, so I was setting her up in an ambush situation.) I finished getting my boots on, started my `Run’ on my Strava app, and headed out the back door and down the trail across our back yard toward the utility right-of-way and forest beyond (... perhaps thirty seconds behind Linda).
After a few moments of thrashing around, the deer broke the arrow and managed to get up, and `run off’ down the Right-of-Way.
I figured I had a wounded deer – shoulder shot – assuming I broke a front shoulder. I did not pursue.
I would need help tracking the deer, and was a bit worried it would start raining, obliterating a blood trail, so I texted Robert that may need his help. I would have let Linda continue hunting, but figured I would need her help, also, and, intending to tell I got one I texted …
5:18 [to Linda]
You just got a doe … wait 5 min and slowly come back to right of way. Deer is wounded.
5:19 [Linda to Jeff]
5:20 [to Linda]
5:20 [Linda to Jeff]
By accidentally typing `You’, I had Linda thrown way off. She figured I was giving her a teaching scenario. She assumed I was still at the house.
5:21 [to Linda]
I shot a doe …
I not you
5:21 [Linda to Jeff]
5:21 [to Linda]
5:21 [Linda to Jeff]
Somehow the conversation turned way too complicated. But I needed Linda’s help.
I went down to my arrow. It was broken off near the tip. It had deep red blood, and hair, the length of the arrow excluding the vanes. A blood trail led down the Right-of-Way. I could see the brush thrashing near the bottom. I backed out.
I needed Linda … she had not returned.
She tarried …
… [to Linda]
Get [the fuck back here!]
She finally returned, not understanding the urgency.
I did not want to lose this deer. And this was a situation where I could, so Robert and I, with James and Linda, prayed for successful recovery.
Linda and I went up to the house and had cheese and crackers while we waited.
An hour passed, and we returned to my arrow. A pair of eyes returned the beam of my Urban 650 bicycle light from the bottom of the right-of-way. I wanted to wait some more. We backed out. What I did not want to do was push the wounded deer away, never to see it again.
After another half hour or so we returned. I put Linda in a shooting position in the Right-of-Way, and I decided to take my bike trail around to try and block any escape. But I couldn’t determine the deer’s location, so backed out, and returned to Linda. I decided we would both approach the deer straight on. I got to a place where I had a clear shot. The second arrow dispatched her quickly.
1. While waiting for the deer to stiffen up, I stopped the Strava app. My `run’ had only 2 min. of moving time, covered 0.2 miles, with an elevation gain of 40, and I burned up 49 calories. I am sure that dragging the deer up the right of way, and pre-butchering in the back yard, burned up far more.
3. So, we mixed it up. What we were trying for weeks hadn’t worked, so we tried something different. And though what we intended to work this time didn’t, something else did! You can’t get a deer if you don’t try.
5. This adds to our premium meat supply; yum, yum. I tend to agree with the Native Americans on the subject … “Why would you eat a cow?”