My Dads Birthday
In Honor of My Dad’s Birthday
As most of you know my dad passed away in January of 2016. My dad is the one who introduced me to the outdoors, and raised me to be the outdoors woman I am today. In honor of his birthday I thought I would share a pretty cool story.
My dad was my hunting partner all growing up. He took me on some unbelievable hunts, hunts of a lifetime. So when he passed away I was heartbroken and lost. I didn’t really know what to do or how to react. Do I still go hunting? Would I still enjoy it? Would it be hard every time? I questioned a lot of things during the 2016 hunting year. It was a hard pill to swallow to imagine hunting without the man who I grew up hunting alongside.
The last time I saw my dad I was leaving to go back to school from a whitetail hunt. So the last memories I have with him were of us hunting whitetail during January 2016. That is something I will always cherish. Whitetail season Fall 2016 came along and it was time for me to get back in the stand. I was sad and, honestly, didn’t really want to go. It was weird and I was uneasy. But I knew to get over it, I had to do it. I couldn’t let this setback stop me from doing what I loved so much.
November 19th, 2016 the alarm went off, dark and early at the wee hours of the morning. It was time for me to go whitetail hunting for the first time with my dad. The morning ritual came around - alarm goes off * I press snooze*. Matt (my manager) comes and yells at me to wake up! I get out of bed, put on my camo, and get ready for my hunt. Of course not without at least 2 cups of coffee. So we head out to the blind while it is still dark and there are still stars in the sky. We are walking to the blind when all these thoughts start going through my head. Memories of me and my dad are flashing back. I prayed and asked God to comfort me and be with me during this hunt, while wishing so badly that my dad could be there with me. As I was climbing into the blind, I shut the door behind me and looked up into the sky. At that exact moment a shooting star started flying across the sky. It sent a feeling of peace through me. It was an exact sign to me that my dad was right there beside me. I knew he would be proud of me and wouldn’t want me to do anything else.
On that early morning hunt a big 9 point came out in front of me within rifle range. I was able to harvest him during my FIRST hunt of the season. How often does that even happen?! To say the least, it made for a fantastic first white tail hunt without my dad.
So a double brow tine is a pretty rare thing to find on a buck. For those that don’t know what a double brow tine is, it’s where there are two points at the base of the antlers instead of the normal one. (Pic highlighted below) Another little fun fact about this is…
My very first whitetail with my dad had a double brow tine.
My very last whitetail (or hunt in general) with my dad had a double brow tine.
And my very first whitetail WITHOUT my dad had a double brow tine.
I thought this was a pretty cool thing to happen and it comforts me to know that he is smiling down and watching me on all my hunts.
I felt this was something some of you would enjoy reading and maybe can even relate too!
Happy Hunting and as always God Bless!
I couldn't find the picture of my first buck with my dad. (It's somewhere but we have moved so much it's in a box somewhere)