November 29, 2013 at 9:13pm
I am a disabled veteran and just had surgery due to complications at the very beginning of bow season. I was so frustrated for this was the first bow season I had ever missed since I started hunting as a child except for the times I was deployed in the armed services. I was still sore but managed to suck it up, I grabbed my daughter and the rifles and headed up the hill for what was going to be one great memory that hopefully she will pass to her children when she is older. I recall everyone who hunts with me saying that today was going to be a bad day to hunt. It was Saturday before thanksgiving and on the mountain the temperature was plummeting and the wind was blowing hard from the north west. I did not care, I was laid up for a while after surgery and cabin fever was slowly driving me nuts. My daughter and I slowly made our way up the mountain dodging the bumps in the road as not to jar my incisions. After thirty or so minutes from our home in Mount Airy ( better known as Mayberry)we pulled into our small hunting lease in Alleghany county. We parked the truck and grabbed our gear and made our way down the pine scented path. My daughter is seventeen and she is busy in school so today was finally going to be the day we got to catch up. We climbed up into the stand and sat in old squeaky office chairs I bought at a yard sale a few years ago. Just as the weatherman predicted the temperature started to rapidly drop and the wind started twisting around the small metal stand. As we sat we quietly made small talk as we both stared out over the small field. She talked of her dreams and the college she wanted to attend and things she wanted for Christmas, wow it seems like yesterday when she was just a cute little freckle faced girl, now she is a grown lady of which I am very very proud. After about a hour of chatting I remember seeing a flash of something 150 or so yards away cross out of the brush, across the overgrown field and into the woods on the opposite side. To give you an idea the field is at most 40 feet wide with a a 4 wheeler path down the left side. It is overgrown with broom straw and briars and every other weed known to man. As the flash disappeared into the woods, I began to start paying attention. After a few minutes a large doe popped out where the flash entered the woods. She quickly ran into the high weeds and made a beeline towards the stand. I put her in the scope to get a closer look and then looked at my daughter with a sigh. She knew I was hoping for a buck. We had not killed a good buck in two or so years. After a few minutes of watching the doe circling the feeder with her nose to the ground, movement caught my eye where she came out of the woods. It was a nice buck. I didn't pay close attention to the antlers. I knew he had a big belly, the rack was tall and he was in general just a monster of a deer ( body wise). He stopped in the small 4 wheeler path and looked down towards the stand, in a instance a threw the crosshairs on him and squeezed. He thrusted forward and stumbled falling into the weeds. I could see the weeds bending and swaying but they were so high I had lost site of the deer. I tried to remember exactly where I shot him and made a mental note.I looked at my daughter and asked 'was he big'? With a wide eye she looked at me with a big ole grin on her face and said 'oh yeah he is definitely big'. It took everything I had to sit and wait so as to not push a injured deer but anticipation got the best of me. I managed to wait twenty minutes and light was fading so we climbed down so we could at least mark the trail while we had a little light left. We found blood, broken briars, and weeds as the sun set so we marked the blood with my daughters back pack and went to get help since I could not traverse good because of the surgery. We made our way back to the truck where I grabbed my friend and told him what I had shot at. He agreed to give us a hand finding this brown monster so we made our way back and got on the blood trail. We trailed the blood through some of the thickest stuff I had ever imagined. I remember at one time being totally encased in briars. After two hours of going through creek bottoms and groves of fur trees we finally made it to the creek bottom where the large deer lay. When the light hit him my friend's eyes lit up. 'He is a stud' with an exciting voice. This deer was huge as far as I was concerned. We both grabbed a antler and slowly dragged the deer back up the hill. I remember stopping several times to sit down to rest because the deer was so heavy. After a hour or so we got the deer to a old logging road where we could get the truck to him and loaded him up. My daughter and I made our way home to show off our prize. We weighed the beast at 213lbs. I was so excited. We quickly grabbed the tape and measured the antlers according to the website instructions and it came out to 141. I nearly fell down. This was the biggest deer I had ever taken, and I did it with my daughter. I know there are a lot of bigger deer out there but it does not matter. This could have been a basket 8 and I would have truly been just as happy because my daughter and I done this as a team and for one small instance I had my little freckled face girl back.