Fresh off an exciting and successful hunt with Gannon the day before, I offered to take young Noah out for an evening sit on the last day of youth season since his dad, Christian, had to work. When I arrived at his house to pick him up he was already dressed and ready to go, his rifle over his right shoulder and two hot seats in his left hand. “One is for you,” he said smiling as he climbed into the truck. I thanked him and as I shut the truck door I heard him reply, “No problem, Bro.”
“It’s just a doe,” I told my wife when I called her. The words didn’t feel right when I said them because I was happy with the doe, and I didn’t mean to diminish the accomplishment – or the doe. I won’t lie – I was hoping for a buck – but I was ready to shoot a doe. That’s what I did.
There are a couple of reasons I was willing to shoot a buck or a doe. First, I’ve hardly seen a deer this year and with Vermont Rifle Season right around the corner I wanted to make sure I put some venison in the freezer. Second, my wife really wanted venison.
Finally some action! Thank goodness Gannon wanted to participate in Vermont’s Youth Deer Hunt this past weekend. Otherwise, I would have just been sitting in New Hampshire with my muzzleloader staring at trees again.
Last year was Gannon’s first year of hunting, and I was able to properly introduce him to hunting in Vermont. We didn’t see a thing, we got cold, and we went home empty handed. Despite that fun introduction, Gannon wanted to give it another try this year.
September 16th marks the first time out for the year. Hot temperatures put a little bit of a damper on the hunt but I learned a few things and was reminded of a few others. My goal each time I hunt is to learn something new. It can be about the land I’m hunting, the travel patterns of the deer, or something else. The point is to come back from a hunt with new found knowledge that will help me on the next hunt.
By Christian Huebner (Noah’s Dad)
The night before youth turkey season was almost sleepless for me. I was filled with anticipation for what tomorrow’s hunt would bring. It reminded me of the night before deer season as a kid, waiting for the morning, too excited to sleep but so over tired that it finally overtook me. I get more excited to see my kids on a hunt than I do to hunt myself. This year would be my son’s second youth turkey hunt and we had a good spot picked out. I closed my eyes and the alarm went off…