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The First Hunt by Chris Tucker
The First Hunt by Chris Tucker
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This was a special morning for me, one of the best I can remember. I did not get the
chance to harvest a deer or even draw my bow, but that did not matter. The unusual
sight in that tree where I have spent numerous hours of my life enjoying the wildlife,
sunsets and sunrises, success and failure, was my 14 year old son on his very first bow
hunt.
Months of preparation and shooting and talking about all the different situations and
possible scenarios was over, and we were there. The rut was in full peak and we
were there. He and I had spent many hours in the fields scouting, just hiking and
talking, but this time was different. He wasn’t just watching, but was there in
anticipation of his first harvest.
I was in a climbing tree stand 30 yards away in perfect view. Snow began to fall and
my thoughts as a father started to wander. Is he cold? Is he comfortable? Is he
enjoying this? Will we see anything? What is he thinking? To my surprise he was
stealth, slowly disappearing in the snowfall, not moving a muscle.
A doe was moving slowly down the hill heading straight for the snow covered young
man. My heart was pounding in anticipation of his next move. I can see his eyes lock
on the animal with extreme surprise. Waiting for the exact right moment he stands and
draws.
My heart now felt like it was beating on the outside of my chest in extreme excitement
thinking my son was about to harvest his first deer. Patiently putting the sight pin on his
mark, he lets the carbon missle fly.
As the doe was walking away out of sight (untouched), I comforted him by telling him
that this happens to every hunter. Your time will come, just be patient.
He said “I know Dad, I can’t wait to go again.” To me this was the most important
thing to hear. My son was determined, not easily deterred. We reminisce about that
morning quite often and look forward to creating many more stories and new
memories with my son, Jeffery Tucker.
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chance to harvest a deer or even draw my bow, but that did not matter. The unusual
sight in that tree where I have spent numerous hours of my life enjoying the wildlife,
sunsets and sunrises, success and failure, was my 14 year old son on his very first bow
hunt.
Months of preparation and shooting and talking about all the different situations and
possible scenarios was over, and we were there. The rut was in full peak and we
were there. He and I had spent many hours in the fields scouting, just hiking and
talking, but this time was different. He wasn’t just watching, but was there in
anticipation of his first harvest.
I was in a climbing tree stand 30 yards away in perfect view. Snow began to fall and
my thoughts as a father started to wander. Is he cold? Is he comfortable? Is he
enjoying this? Will we see anything? What is he thinking? To my surprise he was
stealth, slowly disappearing in the snowfall, not moving a muscle.
A doe was moving slowly down the hill heading straight for the snow covered young
man. My heart was pounding in anticipation of his next move. I can see his eyes lock
on the animal with extreme surprise. Waiting for the exact right moment he stands and
draws.
My heart now felt like it was beating on the outside of my chest in extreme excitement
thinking my son was about to harvest his first deer. Patiently putting the sight pin on his
mark, he lets the carbon missle fly.
As the doe was walking away out of sight (untouched), I comforted him by telling him
that this happens to every hunter. Your time will come, just be patient.
He said “I know Dad, I can’t wait to go again.” To me this was the most important
thing to hear. My son was determined, not easily deterred. We reminisce about that
morning quite often and look forward to creating many more stories and new
memories with my son, Jeffery Tucker.
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It was a beautiful November morning in 2006,
quiet, peaceful, calm. Perched in a tree 18′ over a
well used deer trail, one that I have sat over a
hundred times before, with many successful days of
hunting, was an unusual sight.
You can teach one the ethics of hunting, how to
shoot a bow or gun, how to climb into a tree stand
or even how one should dress for a chilly am hunt.
The one thing you cannot teach someone is the love
and passion of what nature has given to us, the
opportunity to enjoy the fruits of the outdoors and
all it has to offer, and of course, the wildlife.
quiet, peaceful, calm. Perched in a tree 18′ over a
well used deer trail, one that I have sat over a
hundred times before, with many successful days of
hunting, was an unusual sight.
You can teach one the ethics of hunting, how to
shoot a bow or gun, how to climb into a tree stand
or even how one should dress for a chilly am hunt.
The one thing you cannot teach someone is the love
and passion of what nature has given to us, the
opportunity to enjoy the fruits of the outdoors and
all it has to offer, and of course, the wildlife.