This is a great #passiontoplate story from Linda Arends, a friend, and viewer of the show. Thanks for sharing your story with us Linda! #keepitreal
I am a bit of a girly girl, but I enjoy the outdoors. My enjoyment of the outdoors started in more recent years. I was privileged to marry a man who loves the outdoors. He has been a great mentor to me, our friends and family, as well as to our children. I acquired my PAL years ago and didn’t really do much after that.
Three years ago I attended a women’s outdoors weekend. I was really nervous prior to this weekend. I didn’t know any of the attendees, had very little experience and very little knowledge. I was a changed person after this. I learned a lot, met a lot of women who share similar passions, made new friends, and came back home with a new passion. I bought a new gun similar to the one I had tried at this event, became an active member at a range, and enjoy working hard on achieving higher scores on my targets now.
Two years ago, I counted down the day until the women’s outdoors weekend again. I could not wait to try out a crossbow. I had been offered chances to try other people’s crossbows prior to this, but I could never pull the string back enough. There was a small crossbow there, a women’s edition. I loved this crossbow! I have since purchased my own crossbow. I was afraid of recoil, with a crossbow there is no recoil. I have put in lots of practice at the range, shooting at my archery block.
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| Linda's first harvest |
I had the sheer privilege of taking it out deer hunting. My brother offered to take me out a few mornings. The one Saturday morning I was sitting a little man-made blind. It is roughly a foot tall. I was scanning the open area in front of me when something happened. Two deer appeared out of nowhere. I double checked my time. It was legal hunting time. I ever so slowly raised my crossbow. They looked at me. I put my crosshairs on them. They looked at me. I tried to slow my breathing down. I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest. I clicked my safety off. I heard those deer wheeze, and they bolted. I was crushed. I learned a few things in that short moment, out in the bush. Hunting is hard work. Those hunting movies make it look easy.
A few weeks later, it was muzzleloader season in our WMU area. Opening day was amazing! I saw so many deer, but none even came close enough or stopped long enough for me to get a decent shot. Our twelve year old son shot his first doe this day! He was over the moon happy! My husband showed him how to field dress it. We took his doe home to hang up and seeing his happy face, I knew he had whitetail fever too. I am so very proud of him.
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| Joey's first! |
The next day did not start out the way I had hoped. I woke up at 4AM feeling sick. I crawled back in bed and slept for a while. My husband and I finally headed out to our blind around 2PM. We sat there. Saw nothing. No action. I was sitting there, with about an hour left till legal hunting time ended. I was starting to get frustrated. I was mentally preparing myself to get up the following day at 4AM, when my husband tapped me on the knee and whispered, “there’s a deer”. “Where?!” I whispered back. A deer was coming in slowly through the field. I raised my muzzleloader. I asked if I should take the shot. “Just wait”. I waited. We watched the deer come closer. “I have it in my crosshairs. It’s broadside” I whispered to him. “Just wait, it will come closer”. I waited. For what felt like forever. It came closer. “I have the perfect shot” I whispered to my husband. “It’s kind of far….” was the last thing I heard. I pulled the trigger. That deer dropped like a rock. People will tell you all sorts of things when you first get started into hunting. There are no words for the emotion you will feel. I was so thankful that I was able to make an ethical shot. That I was providing healthy venison for my family to eat. That I, as a woman, could fill my freezer.
It was the hardest, longest wait before we attempted to get closer to my deer to check it out. My husband said, “You shot a buck, perfect shot”. At this point, I had no idea that I had shot a buck. I just saw a perfect deer, lined up perfectly in my crosshairs. Adrenaline hit at this point. My hands shook so bad that I needed help to attach my tag. We did use the range finder later, I had made my shot at 115 yards.
I learned a lot, just in this hunting season. You will walk for what seems like miles, and miles. You will freeze. You will cry sad tears. You will develop whitetail fever. I learned a woman can hunt. A woman can shoot, and make an ethical shot. I have whitetail fever! I look forward to the next hunting season, more learning experiences and filling my freezer.
~Linda Arends
