We had a great day hunting. We wound up hunting out of a shooting house on my brothers place. Pretty nice area for deer it was clear cut about 5 years ago and is growing back in hardwood pine mix. It is basically very thick cover with small fields cut out.
We got in the shooting house before daylight and turned on the heater and had a cup of coffee, sounds tough don't it. We saw the first deer at about 9:00 it was a single anterless that I believe was a button buck. We had already agreed that this year he would be more selective and would go for a big buck or a mature doe, so that first one got a pass.
At 9:30 or so another small doe stepped out and after looking at it through the glasses we determined it was a yearling so it got a pass to. Then a second yearling and a mature doe stepped out. He decided that he would take that one. Which turned out to be easier said than done. She took forever to offer a good shot and by the time she did the fever had done set in and Preston missed the shot. It was about a 150 yarder and being a good sized 13 year old I figured he could make the shot. It was obvious it was a clean miss when all three deer just stood there and looked in our direction before high tailing it out of there. We scoured the area latter and found no signs he even cut a hair.
That was his first miss and he was pretty upset. To make things worse he was watching out one side of the house while I watched the other and at one point I turned around to see him day dreaming while a very nice buck was crossing the field. By the time he got his gun up the buck had gotten through to the thicket and all we could do was watch him move through the thicket as it was way to thick for him to try a shot. So now he is really fired up.
Of course I would never rub it in about shooting and missing or his day dreaming, yea right. While I never could get him to tell me what that day dream was all about I'm sure it was a dandy to let such a nice buck get by. OUCH. Yea he got some good hearted ribbin about the morning hunt. He learned a good leason that real life hunting isn't like a video game you can replay, when you miss your opportunity it's gone and you get to think about it for a long time. :)
I told him it was his choice whether we hunted that evening or not and there was no doubt about it we were going back. The afternoon hunt was quite different. Preston had a new found interest in the hunt. He was all over the place checking each window regularly. I had him practice something that I do I hunt. With he safety on put the cross hairs on a target and slowly pull the triger. Watching that the cross hairs don't move off the target.
It wasn't long before he spotted some deer in a lower field. It was three bucks, a spike , four point and a big racked deer. They were to far away for him to shoot at 260 yards so we got to watch them for 30 minutes hoping they move closer but they never did.
Then we saw some does move out into a closer field. He watched the first ones at about 200 yards and determined they weren't mature so he held off. Then more deer came out, all total there were six in the closest field and three more in another field. Then an old mature doe came out. I was proud of Preston for holding his shot waiting for the trophy doe to present a shot. After about thirty minutes of waiting he said he was going to take her. The shot was 190 yards. I told him it's getting late so aim high on the shoulder to knock her down.
When he shot deer went running everywhere. There were deer we hadn't seen running off. All but the big doe. At the shot dropped in her tracks, it was a perfect shot!