Of Deer and More Important Things

With two fully scheduled days ahead, Thursday afternoon was my last opportunity to hunt deer in 2012.

It’s been a fabulous hunting season for me: a moose hunt with my friends the Pineau clan and our shooter Kevin Stewart of Texas, another great week of pheasant hunting in North Dakota with an awesome group of guys, an upland bird hunt on my birthday in October with good friend Bill Pierce and his wonderful dog, and four weeks of deer hunting, two of them spent hunting with my 89-year-old Dad, our 52nd year of hunting together, a very great privilege.

A bad back kept me out of the woods for the first two weeks of the rifle season, but I quickly made up for that, seeing 5 deer on my first afternoon of hunting. A total of 23 deer were sighted in those two weeks, many of them close enough to shoot, all of them small, none of them the big buck I look for in November.

But I did think about shooting the spike horn that sauntered up to my tree stand the last afternoon, getting within 20 yards. Then I made an appointment with him in two years, same time, same place.

Getting serious about shooting a deer in the muzzle-loading season, I had two misfires and one delayed fire, doing no damage, and reminding me that I still have a lot to learn about this weapon. But the afternoon of hunting with Ed and Jerry Pineau, in which I saw 14 deer, including a group of 8 that walked right up to me, was amazing.

With no regrets, I arrived yesterday afternoon at 1:45 pm at the nearby farm where I’ve been focusing my muzzle loading time, and headed into the chopping. Finding no deer there, I hiked to one of my favorite places to sit and spent 45 minutes eagerly anticipating that every snap of a twig or rustling of leaves was an approaching deer. Mostly squirrels, except for the grouse that walked by within 20 yards, never noticing me seated nearby.

At 3:15, I had to head for the vehicle to attend a 5 pm memorial service for Ted Holland. I took a trail along the side of the ridge, thinking about Ted and Rachel Holland. Ted was diagnosed with cancer – a difficult-to-treat lymphoma – in mid-June and died on December 1, a week before his 42nd birthday and two weeks before Rachel was scheduled to deliver their third child.

I was thinking about that and them, thinking about how fortunate but fragile life is, when a group of deer took off somewhere in front of me. They were tearing up the ground in their haste to escape and I was able to follow them as they ran along the same trail I was on, all across the ridge.

I scrambled after them and within sight of the barn next to which I had parked my vehicle, I heard them up to my right on top of the ridge. Slowly stalking that way, I could hear them moving along the ridge, so I stepped up my pace.

I asked God to let me see those deer. And suddenly, there they were. Turkeys. Turkeys to the left, turkeys straight ahead, turkeys to the right. Several dozen, all moving now to get away from me.

With a smile on my face, I reflected on this appropriate ending to my deer season, often dominated by the sounds and sights of great numbers of turkeys in the trees and on the ground.

I lowered the rifle and moved up the ridge about 10 steps to get a better look at the turkeys. And suddenly, there they were. Four deer, about 30 yards beyond the turkeys, sprinting away from me up the ridge.

They were the same two does and two lambs that greeted me on my first afternoon of deer hunting in November. With about 5 minutes left of shooting time that afternoon, they sprinted across the field, passed right in front of me, and then stopped, just before entering the woods, to turn and look at me. I had the biggest doe in my scope, but didn’t shoot.

Now, their white tails waved goodbye to the season they kicked off for me four weeks earlier.

I turned and trudged down the hill, got in my vehicle, drove to church, changed into my suit, and took a seat in a pew, turning my thoughts to more important things than deer hunting.

George Smith

About George Smith

George stepped down at the end of 2010 after 18 years as the executive director of the Sportsman’s Alliance of Maine to write full time. He writes a weekly editorial page column in the Kennebec Journal and Waterville Morning Sentinel, a weekly travel column in those same newspapers (with his wife Linda), monthly columns in The Maine Sportsman magazine, two outdoor news blogs (one on his website, georgesmithmaine.com, and one on the website of the Bangor Daily News), and special columns for many publications and newsletters. George also hosts, with Harry Vanderweide, a TV talk show called Wildfire, now in its 13th year and focused on hunting, fishing, environmental, and conservation issues. The show is owned and produced by Maine Audubon and seen on its website as well as on the Time Warner cable TV station throughout the state.