What it's like to have your heart broken by a deer. Journal entry

Spruce Grouse

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I keep a hunting journal and each time I go out hunting I write in it even if I don't have success. Right now I am living in Scotland for a few years and I really miss hunting, it is a big part of who I am. Because I can't hunt now, I have been reading some of my journal entries. I like reliving the time I got my first bear and the time I got a moose and many grouse. I just thought I would post the entries for 2 days from the 2008 deer season.
November 14, 2008. Deer hunting at the cottage in Nobel Ontario:
This morning I hunted around the old ATV trails. The weather was mild and it was raining. I saw 3 ravens and some nuthatch and many other birds. I didn't see any deer. In the afternoon I went out hunting again. It was raining and I went to an area where there is a hydro cut. It seemed to be an area where not too many hunters would go because there are no ATV trails and access was difficult. On the way into the hydro cut I slipped and ended up in some water up to my knees and my boots were full. I got to the hydro cut area and took off my boots and emptied them. My feet couldn't dry because it was raining. I sat there barefoot holding my 6.5X55 Swedish Mauser overlooking the hydro cut to see if a deer would step out. I put my wet socks and boots back on. I was hunting up on a rocky area and looking down into the woods. I saw a deer and I quickly raised my rifle and looked through my scope. Then I had my heart broken as the biggest deer I have ever seen ran off into the dark forest. It all happened so fast I think he ran away because of many reasons. The wind was not in my favor and I was too quick raising my rifle. I didn't know what to do after that, I didn't know how to get another chance at him. He is big for a reason, I imagine I am not the first hunter to have their heart broken by the flash of his big white tail floating gracefully into the darkness. I slowly went into the woods to see if I could see him at all, but he was gone. I guess this is a part of hunting I will have to get use to. I have been trying to hunt deer for 3 years now and I still havn't had success. I continued hunting in the area until it started to get dark. I flushed 1 grouse but I never saw any more deer. I will have to try again tomorrow, the last day of the gun season.
November 15, 2008, hunting at the cottage in Nobel Ontario:
Today was the last day of the gun season. It was cool and rainy outside. I hunted in the area of the hydro cut where I was yesterday. I saw ravens, nuthatch and chickadees. I flushed 1 grouse. I hunted for a while and stopped to sit on rocks to rest and watch for deer. While I was slowly walking through the woods on a game trail with the wind in my favor, a small doe stepped out in front of me. She was really close, even if I had my bow she would have been really close. She stood there and looked at me while not moving. I slowly raised my rifle and squeezed the trigger. I missed! The doe calmly ran off into the woods. She didn't react to the shot, she looked calm and graceful running away, I missed. After replaying what happened I looked to see if there was any sign that she had been hit, but I am glad that I missed and didn't wound her. I think the problem was that I rushed my shot or mabey she was so close that I didn't concider that I would have shot over her. I should have taken my time. I sat down on a rock and cried. I had a build up of frustration and I was mad at myself for rushing, I didn't feel good about it. I went back to the cottage to rest, eat and calm down. I tested my rifle and it was shooting straight. I went back out hunting for the late afternoon until dark. I went back to the hydro cut. It was still raining and it eventually turned into a heavy wet snow. I hunted carefully and thoroughly. I was exhausted and sore. As it started to darken, I sat on a rock and watched for deer. I never saw any deer. This is the end of the gun season and I worked very hard. I was out everyday for at least 6 hours each day spent in the woods for 2 weeks. As I was sitting on the rock and the snow was building up on me, I was thinking about how hard I tried to get a deer. It is very dissappointing that I didn't get a deer but this is a part of hunting. If hunting was easy all the time, it wouldn't be as much fun. Because I didn't get a deer, I spent hours in the woods devoting my time to myself and nature. Someday when I do get a deer, it will be even more rewarding. This is why hunting is so wonderful.
 
Thanks for sharing that with us. It seems like you have the right attitude about hunting. Your time will come to harvest your first deer, but as you are well aware the enjoyment comes from just being out there.
 
I'm a big journal writer as well. Been keeping records since 1971... if ya can believe that. That was the year I could legally carry a gun. I'm on my third volume now. Reading back put's a tear in my eye at times as some persons entered have long since departed. Spruce grouse, some day our ancestors will enjoy reading history. My old man used to say "always remember son".
 
I always meant to keep a journal but somehow never got around to it. One of my huntin' buddies keeps one and it's really neat to be able to relive some of the past hunts. I know that when I'm to old to get out and hunt I'll regret not having the events on paper to aid a failing memory in remembering some past hunts. I'll never forget my first deer but some of the ones in between have already faded.
 
Nice... I also keep a "deer hunting diary".

After each day I sit down and write out the days events..sunrise/set, weather, cloud cover, wind direction, location. what deer I saw-their direction of travel, etc etc.

It has really helped over the years in determining good locations for certain weather conditions. With the notes, its easy to look back, and remember specific events that made the hunt special in some way.

Good to see I'm not the only one that keeps notes. :)
 
Reminds me of my hunts. Thanks for sharing. I hadn't thought of it before but now I want to keep a journal, too. I don't have kids of my own but maybe one of my nephews (or nieces) would read it one day.

Why are you in Edinburgh?
 
Tooner,

My husband (a.k.a. Ruffed Grouse) has a fellowship at the University of Edinburgh. We may be home to hunt in the fall, but our hunting and shooting is mostly going to have to be vicariously through other gunnutz. So put up some journal posts!

SG
 
I think you're a great sport, Spruce Grouse.

Thanks for sharing you're journal. I started one years ago but did not really have time to write much in it.:(

Time spent outdoors hunting, or otherwise, is always a great experience.

I sincerely wish you the best of luck this coming fall, in filling you're deer tag.:)

Can you hunt Red deer in Scotland, or pheasant?.....
 
We keep a journal for the whole camp on the kitchen table so anyone of the guys in the camp can write out there hunt.

Man when I think about that thing and start reading it from way back when the camp was first built I sure get a good laugh at some of the stories in there and they all begin with "so there I was".
 
To be honest I had never even considered keeping a journal but that is a great idea. It can help ease the doldrums that happen when hunting season seems a long ways away.

Plus you have a reference to look to years later when details get fuzzy.

Thanks for sharing your experience.
 
Just saw your thread. Made me go look for my own journal I had kept for a very short time 40 yrs ago, when I was 17. Here is the entry for Oct 1 / 69 " First day of 69 season. Went up back of Mac's before school saw nothing. Someone shot Skipper, went to vet's.- Skip's normal now Oct 13- (as normal as can be expected of Skipper,Oct 7/73 )" Skipper was my rabbit hound that was really never trained for hunting rabbits, he took about 12 bird shot to his hind end that morning. I never did find out who pulled the trigger. The journal sure does bring back my hunting daysof long ago.
 
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