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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Unencumbered

Part of the joy that led me to hunt with a simple longbow was the simplicity. Knowing I was not relying on a crutch (technology) and was more intimate with the process of my hunting. I still clearly remember the excitement of my first miss with the longbow, and I have not hunted with the wheels since.

Even so, I was slow to release myself from the other gear I thought essential to being successful. I was decked out in head to toe camo, struggled with a face mask or messy paint, covered my fletching, wore gloves in July, had the latest high tech calls, gear, arrows, and carried around a backpack full of support stuff. Not that all that is terribly wrong… but I was missing even more joy.

I began to study some of the bowhunting greats and marveled at their lack of “technology”, yet having success despite the scarcity of game animals compared to today. Simple plaids, brightly colored arrows and bows, sitting by the campfire and smoking! Yet, they still connected.

I began to shed the gear and with it my joy increased…..hunting became easier. I noticed the camo did not matter. If I wore wool and soft colors I was still hidden if I did not move. I did not need four different kinds of knives to field dress a deer. 


My gear began to simplify as well. I started using a one-piece longbow with no bow quiver. I saw that my fletching, although bright, still did not scare game unless I moved it while they were looking. My aluminum and carbon arrows became wood.

At the same time, I began to curse my climber and safety harness as it did not allow me to hunt my way, was constricting, and adjusting to a new location quickly and quietly was difficult. I began to hunt from the ground more and I noticed I started to have more encounters with game. Granted my shots from the stand were a little easier because I could move more, but I started to get more shots from the ground. As I did it more I got better at sneaking and my chances improved. The other benefit was WOW! A blown stalk from the ground was exhilarating! In the past, I would never consider it possible to try a sneak up on two bedded whitetails, but once I started to try it, I realized sometimes it works! And I got better at it. Still learning.

Instead of hanging stands and sweating my butt off in the summer, or lugging a heavy climber up to the top of the mountain every morning in a lather. I just spent time on the ground and began to enjoy it. There is a freedom of just quietly sneaking into an area and sitting stealthily without the great disturbance.

Sure I still hunt from a stand from time to time, but lately the areas I had the stands are just as good from the ground.  Now I can slip in and out as the wind changes or as I feel. FREEDOM!

I began to spend more quality time in the woods also. Instead of extensive preparations I could just slip on a back quiver and plaid shirt-jack and head into the woods after work.  I was now hunting with a new all-white glassed longbow. Bright white shafts fully painted, bright orange fletching, and no camo and I began to enjoy the hunts even more. 

I started to struggle hard with my old friend target panic but I had so many opportunities from the ground. I was able to slip within 25 yards of one of the biggest bucks in my area after an 85 yard stalk sliding on my butt at times. All the while his girlfriend was watching also, yet I still slipped in on them. I missed the shot but man! I also had a few encounters with a really wide 8-point my friend was able to shoot later in the season with the shotgun. His luck finally ran out.


One particular cool October morning this last season, I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to grab my quiver and bow from the basement. Pulled on my bean boots as the coffee perked. Ate some toaster waffle for breakfast and stuffed a breakfast bar into my pocket. I was in no real hurry.

I pulled into the parking area of my hunting spot and continued to sip on my travel mug as I listened to the talk radio a bit, shaking my head at some of the latest political blah blah idiocy. Stretching, I exited my truck as the sunrise began to brighten up the landscape. I snatched my back quiver, strung the longbow with a simple push-pull, and set out. I was casually strolling across a meadow to the field edge I just decided to hunt based on the wind and my whims that morning. I knew of a spot there that was a bit of a hollowed out vine choked hedge, overlooking a large white oak with a deer runway under it.

I slunk into the wood line quietly through a small path I had snipped with my pruners on another walk earlier in the season when I found this little hidey hole with such great back cover. The nut hatches and chickadees were noisily about their business all around me when a doe nosed into the clearing slowly browsing. As her head was down, I rose from my seat and positioned myself. She briefly looked up with a quick head jerk, straight at me. I knew if I didn’t move she would not see me, and she didn’t.

It was all a genetically engineered ruse to get me to move and I didn’t bite. Head back down she took a step forward with her near leg and I began my draw.  The arrow struck her high and back. Terrible shot. I sat back down and kept still for about an hour and ½ before heading in her direction. Mad at myself for the shot.

Luckily she lay there in the open about 30 yards away after no blood trail at all. The large Ace Super Express severed an artery near her straps and she bled out quickly. 


I was mad at myself for the bad shooting but resolved to improve that, and since I have switching to left hand shooting.

 





 































Now when I look back on that day I realize how enjoyable it all was. How easy. How free and unencumbered my hunting has become. I see the traditional ranks swelling with newbies lately. It is great. Still I must ask myself do they know there is another way to hunt without looking like a gear pimp. The older guys are growing older and sometimes I wonder if they even know it is possible to kill a whitetail without all that gear?

Yes, I know my way is not for everybody. I understand I am at a different place than most. But I still think it is useful to see that there is another way. To see you can be successful without the crutches.

To understand that it can be cool to simplify. The gear manufacturer’s may not like it much, but man, I get some satisfaction from doing things on my terms.