My love of wildlife, the outdoors, and hunting has been embedded
in me since I was as little as can be. Growing up with my English Springer
Spaniel, Zak, as my best friend and my dad, an avid outdoorsman, as my role
model, I couldn't avoid it. I can remember the excitement on Zak's and my dad's
faces after coming home from a successful hunt.
I had decided back then that being a girl wouldn't inhibit my dreams of being a hunter. Little did I know later in my life being a woman involved in hunting and shooting sports is a blessing. I owe so much to my dad for molding me and giving me the opportunities I've had. From my first coyote, my first buck, my first goose and so on. There's a very small amount of Pennsylvania wildlife I have not had a chance to hunt and harvest. For the most part I've been on every sort of hunt imaginable around here.
I couldn't have been happier for my dad when he became part of the Pennsylvania Game Commission 5 years ago. I am a huge supporter of ethical hunting and fair chase. I support what him and the other Wildlife Conservation Officers do. I love being able to share my hunting stories and knowledge with others.
I had decided back then that being a girl wouldn't inhibit my dreams of being a hunter. Little did I know later in my life being a woman involved in hunting and shooting sports is a blessing. I owe so much to my dad for molding me and giving me the opportunities I've had. From my first coyote, my first buck, my first goose and so on. There's a very small amount of Pennsylvania wildlife I have not had a chance to hunt and harvest. For the most part I've been on every sort of hunt imaginable around here.
I couldn't have been happier for my dad when he became part of the Pennsylvania Game Commission 5 years ago. I am a huge supporter of ethical hunting and fair chase. I support what him and the other Wildlife Conservation Officers do. I love being able to share my hunting stories and knowledge with others.
Fast forwarding to my second year of archery season. This
past fall I saw some of the most amazing Whitetail bucks ever. They were the
kind of bucks that physically drop your jaw and you can't stop staring because
you can't believe what your eyes are looking at. The best part is that these
were "my bucks"! They lived on my property and the surrounding
farmland that was posted, which only my dad and I have permission to hunt. I
hunted almost every single day during the archery season and made sure not to
miss a single day when the rut started up.
I knew it was only a matter of time before I was going to have an
opportunity to harvest a nice buck with my bow. I was hunting with my new
pink-camo, Diamond compound. It would be my first archery deer, having
previously harvested other nice bucks, but with my slug gun. The opportunity
finally came early on in the season on a decent sized 8-point. I judged him to
be at 40 yards. Standing up and drawing my bow back I placed my sight right on
his vitals and released my arrow. My pink luminox lit up as I watched it fly
directly towards where I had placed it. Then all of a sudden I watched it
ricochet off a twig half the size of my pinky and fly off to my right. I sat
down, my stomach in knots as a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't believe
what had just happened, I blew it. Why hadn't I saw that twig there?
Throughout the rest of the archery season I saw some absolutely
amazing bucks. My most memorable ones were a drop-tine buck
with at least 10 points and a few others that just had outrageously large racks.
If you're wondering why I saw these bucks, but didn't shoot them let me
explain. The last thing I ever want to do is injure a buck to the point where
it suffers until it dies.
Just the thought of that disgusts me along with the thought that some people
are okay with taking a chance like that. These huge bucks I saw were on
the verge of 50-60 yards. I may have been able to pull off a lethal shot, but
it was risky. Risky enough that I preferred to sit in my stand in awe observing
them. "There's always another day, gun season, and next year" I kept
telling myself. I preach ethical hunting practices to everyone I know. I
couldn't live with myself if I didn't follow my own beliefs.
I saw plenty of little guys throughout my 2014 archery season
also. Spikes, 2 points, 4 points, legal little racked bucks too. A lot of these
young bucks came right up under my stand or 10 yards in front of me. The little
barely legal ones I passed up. Some may call me crazy, but I can't kill a buck
that I won't be beaming with pride for. Those little racked guys will be bigger
the next year, just wait until then. Let them go, let them grow.
I never did take a buck during this archery season, but I was
okay with that. Not at first, but after I thought it over for a good, long
while I was. I continuously told myself that this was just God's plan and he
was saving me a real nice buck for gun season. I would've never expected he was
saving me more than that.
While archery season was out and gun season had yet to come in I
did some small game hunting. I took my old English Springer Spaniel, Lucky, out
to kick up some pheasants one morning. Everything was going well until a
blizzard set in! I decided enough was enough and headed back home to thaw out
and dry off. I shot a few squirrels throughout those “in between deer season”
days too. I tried out some new hide curing techniques that didn't turn out too
bad. I can't complain about meat in the freezer either.
I had the opportunity to take a trip to West Virginia to rifle
hunt with my boyfriend, Trevor, along with two of his friends. I jumped
at that, no way I was missing out! The day after Thanksgiving he and I woke
up at 4am and started our 2 hour drive down to Marshall county. We stopped at a
little diner to get some breakfast where we ran into many locals all geared up
to do some deer hunting. Trevor and I headed out to the property he hunts
a little while down the road to get things going. The sun was just starting to
peak over the horizon when we began walking into the woods. We sat down in a
favorite spot of his dad's, where quite a few bucks were taken over the previous
years. We were on a mountainside, a few benches down from the top. It began
blizzarding, all you could see was white. I was praying the snow would subside.
We wouldn't be able to see a deer 10 yards in front of us if it didn't! The
wild winds and snow calmed down not too long after they began.
About 45 minutes after sitting there we heard such a strange noise
coming from my left. I looked at Trevor, he looked at me, what the heck was
that? Then I heard Trevor say "Two deer, get ready!" A doe came flying
by us 5 yards out, running full speed. Trevor said that he knew there was
another down there. Just then he peeked his head out. He was a nice rack buck!
I pulled up my .308 my dad had built himself, put the crosshairs on his chest
and fired. He ran down the mountain 50 or so yards then stopped and looked
back. Trevor drew his 300 H&H up to get ready to shoot if he wasnt down. He
watched the buck through his scope, saw him take a step forward and collapse to
the ground. He was gone. I had officially shot my first West Virginia buck!
I couldn't get down the mountainside fast enough to check him out!
I was so excited! He turned out to be a really nice 7 point, especially for
down in West Virginia. Bucks don't get very big down there due to the lack of
food they have. Our Pennsylvania bucks seem like cows compared to the ones in
West Virginia. I filled out my tag and stuck it in his ear. I wanted so
badly to call my dad and tell him the news, but there was no cellphone
reception for miles and miles. Trevor pulled out his camera and took some
pictures of my buck and I. I had made a perfect shot. The bullet went through
the top of the heart and double lunged him. After he was field dressed out the
drag up the mountain began. Thank god I had Trevor there or it would have taken
me literally 3 hours to get that buck up the steep mountainside. We took turns
dragging him up. Well, Trevor did most of it, I just gave him a break every now
and then because I felt bad! Once we got him in the truck bed I put my gun away
and we headed back out to try and get Trevor a buck before the day was over. It
was still only 8am we had a lot of time left.
We walked all over the mountainsides the rest of the day. I wanted
Trevor to shoot a buck so badly. Meeting up with two other guys we
decided to put on a drive around 3pm. Trevor & I set up at the end of a
thicket while the other two walked through it. As soon as they walked in the
mountainside came alive. There were deer running everywhere, going every which
way! I strained to find a buck and I saw two. I whispered to Trevor, but he
already had his rifle waiting for a buck that was down in a low spot. That buck
started running closer! We bleated at him and he stopped behind a tree. He
began moving again, we bleated, he stopped.. behind another tree! Trevor put his
crosshair right in front of the tree waiting for him to step forward. He did,
Trevor pulled the trigger and he collapsed to the ground. It was official, we
just doubled up on two great West Virginia bucks! We were so excited!
Trevor’s buck ended up being a nice 8 point. After I took some
pictures he field dressed the buck and we figured out the best way to drag him
out. We were all the way at the bottom of the mountain with Trevor’s truck at
the very top. We decided that wasnt even plausible to drag that buck up the
mountain because we were both already absolutely exhausted. Thankfully our
friend’s truck was parked at the bottom of the mountain, but it was still going
to be a long drag. We finally made it back to that truck. Later on the other
two met us there and we made the drive back up to Trevor’s truck.
We had both bucks loaded up and we were ready to go home. The sun
was starting to set on such an amazing day. I was soaking wet and absolutely
freezing. Since we were hunting out of state we had to stop at one of the local
convenience stores to check in our deer. We did that, grabbed a couple snacks,
and then headed on our trip home. We kept trying to make phone calls to our
family on the way home, but we kept losing service. Eventually we were able to
tell everyone about our awesome day!
So I had the following two days, Saturday and Sunday, to prepare
for the opening day of buck season in Pennsylvania on Monday. Living in
Wildlife Management Unit 2B we are not permitted to use rifles. My dad and I
use slug guns to hunt our bucks. We watched the weather all weekend and it
looked like it was going to be cold and rainy. What a surprise..not. The
chances of having snow on opening day has always been rare. I kept thinking to
myself how crazy it would be if I shot another buck on Monday! Then I thought
about how much more crazier it would be if I harvested one of those big guys I
saw during archery season!
Monday morning was here and I was ready. I posted up in a spot
where I had seen many deer throughout archery season. The way the land is set
up the deer tend to funnel into that spot. My dad was posted up in another
decent spot not too far from me. We sat for a while and then he decided to push
out the thicket, leading to where I was. We didn't see a single deer. So we put
on another drive and once again we didn't see any deer. It was still only
morning, but my hope was slowly dwindling. I kept thinking of the odds that I'd
down another buck having just shot my West Virginia buck the other day.
We decided to push out one last thicket before we headed in for
lunch and to dry off. I posted up and waited. Five or so minutes passed by then
from what I heard it sounded as if a herd of buffalo we're running at me! A
group of deer came flying out of the thicket. I was frantically searching for
some antlers. I saw some finally which I realized only belonged to a spike and
a 4 point. I met up with my dad to fill him in on what passed by. Hey.. At
least they were bucks! We headed home on the ATV to warm up. I was still
feeling pretty determined despite not seeing much that morning. We had about 4
or 5 hours left to make it happen.
With our stomachs full and some dry clothes on we took to the
woods again. I hunt a large valley with a back road that runs through the very
bottom. Both hillsides are fields covered in thick brush with acres of woods
behind them. Putting on a few more drives on the opposing hillside that we had
hunted that morning only doe were seen. We took the ATV up to the highest point
on the hill. We scanned the hillside facing us for deer with the binoculars. At
first we didn't see any. Then my dad noticed a deer like figure in the middle
of the hill. We tried and tried, but couldn't make out if it was a deer, let
alone a buck or a doe. We headed down the hillside, thinking that with a
different angle we would have a better chance of making out what it was. We
determined it was most definitely a deer. We moved a bit further down, pulling
the binoculars up to our eyes. That's when I heard my dad declare that the deer
was a buck, a giant one at that. I'll never forget his exact words, but I'll
leave them out due to some profanity! Him having better binoculars than me at
the time, I grabbed his up to get a better look. I don't know what exactly came
out of my mouth, but I couldn't believe what I was seeing. We both agreed that
buck looked like more like it was an elk! His tines were straight up and so
tall. Enough gawking though, we had to make a plan to get all the way over
there without being seen.
Taking the ATV to the bottom of the valley we parked it. We
emptied our pockets of anything that wasn't necessary to take up there. The
slightest sound of something banging around in our pockets would be enough to
ruin our opportunity. We mapped out the path we would take, realizing that if
things went according to plan he wouldn't catch us until we were 60 or so yards
from him, guns drawn. The wind was working with us perfectly. We knew we'd have
to move low and slow all the way up the hill. Hunched down and moving at a
snail's pace we worked our way towards the buck. Once we made it up the hill
far enough we would have to cut across being that he was standing in the
middle. Once we had sight of him we would open fire.
So we were at the right elevation and began cutting across. We
lost sight of him once we began our way up the hill. I was praying to God he
hadn't moved. Then we were so close I could barely breathe. I knew right over
the little knoll he'd be standing there. My heart was pounding out of my chest.
We stepped forward and I made eye contact with the buck. My dad had not noticed
the buck standing there yet, being only his chest and head were visible. The
rest of his body was behind a bush. He was so well camouflaged with the
background of the thicket. As quietly as I could I whispered, "He's right
there...", my eyes as big as tomatoes. I drew up my gun, my dad drew up
his and we shot. There was no way that buck was getting away from us.
The buck took off at a slow run. One that you'd look at and think
he's gonna be down within a hundred yards. My dad and I took off running to the
spot where he was standing. Yes, blood! It was everywhere, covering the field.
The buck took off out of the field and into the tree line. We went running that
way following him. Just as we made it to the treeline our neighbor, Ernie, was
standing there wide-eyed. He was out hunting as well, but had no idea we were
right over in the field. Our buck ran right by him!
We had about 45 minutes of daylight left. My dad had me run down
to get the ATV and grab some flashlights from the house in case we ended up not
finding him before dark. Him and Ernie would continue to track him while I was
gone. By the time I made it back up the hill the darkness had set in and our
buck still wasn't found. We had a decent blood trail with good bright red
blood. It would taper off here and there, but then would be followed up by
large puddles. Ernie ran over to his house to get his old Coleman Lantern.
Blood shows up really well with them. Another 45 minutes went by and our buck
still wasn't recovered. Doug and Timmy, two of the Pennsylvania Game Deputies
that patrol with my dad gave him a call. They were out patrolling, but decided
to head on over to our place to help us track. So with myself, my neighbor, and
three DWCO's ( who all took a class on tracking) I was sure we'd find our buck
soon. “We better find him”, I thought to myself.
There's something about tracking deer at night that's fun, in my
opinion. It's not something you get to do often! At this point we had been
tracking for nearly two hours and we were 1.5 miles from where we originally
shot. We were almost all the way through the patch of woods and nearing the
road. Then Ernie thought of something that made my stomach flip upside down. He
recalled after our buck had run by him a shot had been fired on the other side
of the road shortly after. The same road that the blood trail was heading up
towards. My heart sank. The thought of someone shooting our already shot buck
and then tagging him as their own ripped me apart. I would be so devastated.
The blood trail made it right up to the road. I thought for sure
he had crossed over, but my dad picked the trail back up heading the opposite
way, back into the woods. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted
off my shoulders. We started heading uphill and we were all so confused. What
wounded deer runs uphill, let alone for this long??! The blood spots got fewer
and farther in between. My stomach started knotting up again. I stood at the
last blood spot for twenty minutes while the guys branched out to look for the
next one. Nobody could find any. My dad ventured a little bit further and
yelled something I couldn't make out. Not wanting to leave the last blood spot
I yelled back and asked him what he said. He didn't respond and then the guys
started heading towards him. I took off running in the pitch black through the
thorns to where my dad was, being pretty sure of what was going on.
OH MY GOD, THERE HE WAS. Our buck was laying there under a bush.
My oh my was he nice!! His tines were so long and tall, all 10 of them. I
couldn't have been happier in those few moments. I thanked the guys over and
over for coming to help us. It might've taken us hours, but we finally found
him.
The buck had run over two miles from where we shot him. The next
dilemma was deciding how to get him out after he was tagged and field dressed.
Thankfully we were close to the road. I called my mom and sister, asking them
to bring one of my dad's trucks down to us so we could load him up. Too much
traffic was flying by up and down the road so we turned on the truck's lights
and sirens. This truck was the one that my dad used when out patrolling for the
Game Commision. Timmy and Doug directed traffic while we got the buck loaded.
All five of us jumped in the bed of the truck afterwards while my mom drove us
home. Even though my dad mentioned to her "Remember were back here!",
she drove a little too fast for our liking. Freezing wind whipped across our
faces, but I wasn't complaining. This was the best deer season of my life so
far!!
Our freezer is full to say the least. Just recently Trevor & I
went out to pheasant hunt one afternoon. We hunted the same property where my
dad & I had harvested the 10 point. We walked through the first thicket,
him towards the top, myself on the bottom side. I told him to be ready when we
got towards the end of the thicket. I had saw quite a few pheasants throughout
deer season around there. And sure enough a nice big male flushed up to my
left. I shot and he dropped. I ran over to check him out and he was beautiful.
I was content with just him for the day. We headed on home to clean my bird. I
kept the tail as a souvenir, which is something I've always done. I stuck the
pheasant meat in the freezer, ready to be cooked for dinner.
I have doe tags left that I'll be getting ready to fill within the
week or so. Living in Allegheny County we have an extended firearms season,
allowing us to hunt does up until January 24th. If I could wish for anything it
would be more time in the day. I didn't have much of a chance to do as much
coyote hunting as usual and didn't make it out waterfowl hunting either this
past season. With winter setting in and deer season going out we'll be getting
after those coyotes here shortly. I can say that this year has come to a close
and I couldn't be anymore thankful for how it's turned out! So many cool
experiences and opportunities!
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