My wife’s uncle has about 180 acres of hunting and fishing land about an hour from where they live. We were out there from 6-10 AM Thursday (Thanksgiving day) and Friday, and from 1:30-5PM Friday and Saturday. I’ve only been in that family 14 years and it’s the first time I’ve ever been asked along on a hunt. So I bought a bow in September and boned up on every bit of archery knowledge I could get my hands on so as not to appear too much the neophyte. My hunting companions were to be seasoned hunters, some with trophy rooms full of antelope and bear skins. I practiced almost daily in my backyard shooting into the basement.
This was 2 hours in on the first of 3 days. So I had to pay my dues, be a good sport and freeze my butt off the next morning and two afternoons as well, hoping for a 10 point or better to show up. I had the best luck of the four of us (uncle- , stepdad- , and brother-in-law), with an in-range 6-point buck on Friday morning, and 2 does bedded down right in front of me for the better part of an hour on Friday afternoon. But they were off limits to me. I realize I was pretty lucky since nobody else even had a single deer come into range all weekend. (I should say worthy deer, as my BIL says he passed on a spike at 10 yds, on Saturday afternoon).
I did not have to field dress it, as I was told “the first one’s on the house”. But I did just finish cutting and freezing about 28 pounds of venison. Now to find some recipes.