When I was a small girl, I remember going to my uncle s property to hunt deer, turkey, dove, quail, etc with my family. I loved being out in the woods, running free, watching the wildlife. My dad would take me to hunting camp, despite the comments from the older members; dad would put me in the woods with my grandfather s Smith & Wesson model 1000 shotgun and say, sit still and good luck! I only ever shot one doe, and we never found her¦I was heart broken.
As the years went by, the family grew apart. I found myself driving my very old Grandfather to hunting camp, just so I could get another chance at another deer. No Luck, I grew older as did the relatives, and there was no one to take me hunting, but you could always find me outdoors either at the horse shows or at the mud hole, which is where I met my husband of 19 years.
Bryan has been a hunter all his life and we kicked it off immediately. We married, had a son and moved to North Carolina and had our second son. Bryan joined a Hunting club in Georgia, that we are still apart of to this day. It was at this club with my husband, that I really learned how to hunt. I was taught how to watch and let the deer get closer and where to put a stand, etc. I harvested my first doe on that club, weighing in at 120 lbs, while my husband sat in the truck with the boys watching a clear cut. That was it, I was really hooked! No, I wasn t the first woman in camp to hunt, but I was the first to hunt as hard as the men do. Sure, I have heard the same questions over the years; How do you do it? My only answer to that was How can you not? The woods are my sanctuary. Things always seem clear when I m in the woods. And I have seen some wonderful things in the woods!
Over the years, I have harvested some nice deer and I m always proud of whatever I do harvest. I hunt Alligator, Turkey, Deer, Ducks, Coyotes, Fox and Bobcat. I am open to try anything once. I fly fish in the spring and summer months but hunting is always on my mind.
I have been married for 19 years to my hunting mentor lol, Bryan. We have two sons, Bryan Jr. and Boone. Bryan Jr. is currently in the Navy and fishes and duck hunts with us when he takes leave. Boone is in the woods and water with us all the time and has become quite the hunter. I know a lot of other ladies that hunt hard like me and I love meeting other lady hunters.
Jennifer L. Metzker
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Comment by Wendy Koons on October 29, 2009 at 12:10pm
My first bull elk! Taken last Saturday (10/24/09) on the last day of a controlled/lottery hunt in literally the last few minutes of shooting light. I ve taken a few cow elk over the past several years since moving to Idaho, but never a bull. The hunt opened on October 1st and we turned every weekend into 3 or 4 days of hard hunting. Saw tons of elk, probably 300+ head all together, but just couldn t get it done “ either we were winded by the cows or the bulls changed their minds and didn t give me the shot I needed. Then we had a hard freeze and snow that really put the brakes on the rut and the elk pretty much stopped talking, no matter how much calling we did. I had pretty much given up on taking a bull, but on Saturday evening, about 15 or 20 minutes before dark, my boyfriend Jeff and another friend decided to give calling another try. And the bull I took let us know he was there. They called and he came charging in, screaming all the way and pushing a good number of cows and calves ahead of him. There was one smaller bull with the group, that I saw first, but couldn t get a shot on him. I m glad, because I m really happy with this guy. I was afraid there wasn t enough light when he finally came into view, but when I looked through the scope I could see him clearly and pulled the trigger. He hunched up and disappeared into some thick timber. It got dark on us, so we backed out and came in at first light the next morning. Found him about 100 yards from where I shot him. The best part though was having my boyfriend Jeff with me. He contracted the neurological form of West Nile virus in 2007 and it nearly did him in. He spent over 9 months in physical rehab, and last year this time was in a wheelchair. To have him there with me and help call in that bull after all he d been through was nothing short of miraculous. I think he was more excited than I was. Before the hunt I told him I thought if I got one bull, I d probably go back to hunting cows, but now that I know how exciting it is, I might have to change my mind. ¦
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Nerves were tingling with anticipation as I made my way through the tangle of weeds and dense undergrowth. The dim early morning light made ghostly shapes, fanning the flames of imagination, sending all the senses to full alert. A soft breeze sighed, bringing the pungent smells of sage and manure¦ yes you read it right¦ manure¦ so much for making this sound like a romantic, high adventure! I was in our barnyard, making my way to the end of our horse corral to sit in the weeds and wait for a deer to come by!
All spring and much of the summer we had been watching deer cross through our barnyard on their way to and from the alfalfa fields. There were several nice bucks in the bunch. At first I thought I wouldn t want to go after a deer right in our backyard¦ but as the elk season was coming to a close and we still didn t have any meat to put in the freezer, I began to look at those deer as fair game! So for the next two weeks, I began the quest to put meat on the dinner table. It seemed at first that it would be a simple staight forward hunt¦ but I soon found that these deer were not tame¦ nor were they dumb! If I sat by the gate near the Russian Olive trees in the morning, they d show up over by the horse corral, 200 yards away. So I d switch and sit by the horse corral¦ they d show up over by the Russian Olive trees. This is the way it played out , morning and evening¦ until it had dwindled down to two days left in the archery season.
At this point I had given up trying to use any kind of stratgem and was just hoping for a doe to come by haphazardly. The season would end on Wednesday¦ on Sunday evening we were relaxing in the easy chairs when I happened to glance out the window and could just make out the shapes of deer in the fading light. They were gliding through the barnyard on their way to the thick Russian Olive trees. There were two does, two fawns, one spike, a forked horn , and a decent three point.
looking out the window we saw the deer pass through just at last light of the day.
I tossed and turned most of the night, visions of those deer dancing through my head. Gary got up at 5:00 for his morning jog. I sat munching my cold cereal, arguing with myself over the futility of trying to intercept one of those deer¦ finally disgusted with the argument, I put my spoon down, plucked my bow off the rack and headed out to the horse corral!
After about an hour of shivering in the cold morning, the faint light of dawn began to bring shapes into focus. I d been staring for some time at the dark line of trees when I realized the faint outline of gray was a deer! I was so sure that the does would show up first that it took awhile to register on my brain that the deer was the nice 3 point buck! I soon made out three other deer farther back in the shadows. They were about 70 yards away, and feeding very slowly toward me. I had brought the video camera, so decided to focus on getting some footage of the deer to calm my nerves and occupy my mind while I waited for them to feed within bow range. There were two fawns in the bunch and they began to jump and play, chasing each other around the sage brush¦ it was a beautiful sight¦ Then things got a little dicey as a forked horn came up my side of the ditch, seemed to catch my movement and penned me with his eyes for what felt like an eternity! He finally decided the movement wasn t threatening and began feeding about 17 yards away. I had hoped to get an opportunity to take the 3 point¦ but it looked like this little forked horn was wanting to end up on our dinner plate! I figured I d have to take him if he kept coming, for he d soon see me and bust everything wide open. I was waiting for him to turn broadside, when suddenly he threw up his head and stared up the hill for a few seconds. then turned and jumped across the ditch and disappeared down the other side. I eased back down from my knees and glanced up the ditch bank hoping the 3 point was still there. He was¦ still calmly feeding, unconcerned. Mouth dry and palms sweating I put the range finder on him¦ 28 yards¦ very doable¦ but he was quartering slightly toward me. Heart pounding, I watched and waited¦ I felt transfixed as I saw him slowly turn and present a perfect quartering away shot! All the universe seemed to go into slow motion¦ I drew, anchored, settled the pin, squeezed the release¦thwack! Instantly everything sprang into fast forward, deer bounding away, disappearing over the side of the ditch bank¦ then total quiet. I sat stunned¦ the emotions overwhelmed me. I felt sure the shot had gone true, and I was so grateful! I finally got up on shaking legs, still flooded with emotion¦
as I began to walk toward the spot I d last seen the buck I caught movement from the trees and saw the forked horn coming back up the ditch bank towards me! It was very interesting behavior he displayed,,, he d walk towards me staring straight at me, then turn and look back in the direction he d come. Farther out in the field I saw one of the fawns prancing around in one spot looking intently at something on the ground. The grass was too tall to see, but I was hoping it was my buck! I didn t want to spook the forked horn and fawn so I just stood and waited for them to lose their curiousity. They finally wandered off, and I went up the ditch bank, finding good bright red blood! I followed the blood to the edge of the tall grass and looking through a little opening in the grass spotted the yellow and green fletching of my arrow, and a gray shadow on the ground! Even though I was quite sure I d made a good hit¦ the relief flooded through me¦
Now the work began! I had never field dressed an animal without Gary s help, and I wanted to know that I could take care of it if I was all by myself¦ so I rolled up my sleves and dug in! Two and a half hours later, tired, bloody and sweaty I had all the meat in the house ready to proccess¦ it was a very rewarding feeling! Very similar to the feeling you get when all the vegtables and fruits of the garden are harvested,and preserved for wonderful feasting during the long cold winter.
Fruits of the labor!
This might have been a backyard hunt¦. but to me it was filled with excitement being the first deer I ve taken with a bow¦ and the first one field dressed without anyone there to help me! It had all the elements of a high adventure!
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