Simultaneously a memory floods my brain—a memory of my first hunt and the lesson that I learned that day. Those of us who are avid hunters will always remember our first hunt and usually the lesson that comes along with the experience. My lesson wasn’t about field dressing or tracking. It was much more than that.
Read MoreIt was a warm, sunny afternoon in November of 2014. I was still new to hunting since it was my first year doing it. My husband decided to join me on this hunt. We weren't sure if we'd see anything but we wouldn't know unless we tried. After gearing up and spraying down, we headed out to the blind. Once we got out there, he hung up two scent bombs while I got set up. After he got in and settled, I got the gun up and ready just in case a buck came out.
Read MoreIt was a cloudy, chilly day in December of 2017. I wanted to get out to my spot pretty early. I just had a feeling it would be a good hunt. Being 15 weeks pregnant, I needed to pace myself on getting out there as well. Got to see some early movement of several does and a little spike. After that I didn't see anything for about an hour, and by then it was getting dark. I was just about to pack up when I noticed a deer to my left. My heart began to race when I realized it was a buck with a decent wide rack and a big enough body.
Read MoreThe words TAG SOUP would be what most would painfully grumble as devastation. Granted, the end goal to my Michigan deer season was to notch and secure my tag on a mature whitetail. It didn’t happen. But amidst all of the feelings that flowed through me on January 1st at the end of a long season, there was accomplishment.
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