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Shanee Gideon’s Deer in Memory of her Brother
Shanee' is no stranger to a rifle. At the age of 17, she has been shooting for over ten years in rifle competition, including multiple national level events.
This deer is Shanee's first, and to this point only, animal taken in any kind of hunting. She would occasionally tag along as her father and brother went hunting, with no interest in actually joining in on the shooting.
Shanee' expressed interest and excitement in hunting deer this year after watching several nice bucks graze on an alfalfa field near the house. Frustration set in when Shanee' found that her older brother Garen had been feeding these deer, and therefore had an understood "claim" on them. This brought on a fight (friendly banter) between Shanee' and Garen as they discussed whose deer these were. The disagreement suddenly came to an end when Garen lost his life in a car accident on November 25.
With some encouragement from family and friends Shanee' sought to get the buck that Garen had been preparing to take. Her father took her hunting several times and found it frustrating as Shanee' passed up chances to shoot larger bucks while she waited for the opportunity to shoot "Garen's buck". Shanee' finally found the opportunity to deliver a single but fatal shot to Garen's buck at a distance of 241 yards as measured by a range finder. Her comment to her mother when returning back to the house was "Now Garen can hunt his deer in heaven".
Spiders and Hunting Don’t Mix
Even though I pretty much grew up in a backwoods hunk-a-dunk town. I never really got into the whole hunting scene, but soon after meeting my husband I got lucky enough to be educated with all that hunting had to offer.
He, his cousins, and close friends were always getting together to go on scouting trips in prep for the next season. Trail riding to set out cameras for tracking and timing purposes. Everyone out and about to try to find that mother load for the next deer season. Studying the moon chart patterns for the year, comparing notes on what they found, and double checking that farmers almanac for future forecast predictions so they can officially plan out the season or the days off they would need to "call in sick" all because that beautiful moon would be in the correct possible position for the believed rut to kick off.
I never really understood this obsession, until I received my first deer rifle as a gift.
After completing all the safety classes I was so proud of myself. I felt really empowered with the ability to bring home the supper. Then came the school yard taunting and harmless teasing from the fellows about women mixed in with the "idea" of hunting in the woods began. Just soft whispers at first and some actual brave giggles from the self proclaimed almighty master hunters. My husband of coarse being the ringleader of this very powerful group of killers of the prince of the forest.
Well.. with all this in mind my husband and I started out for a nice morning hunt. Our first hunt together.
He spotted a few good deer signs in a particular area and because he wanted to get the jump on the sighted buck before anyone else, we left the house about 3:15 am. He drove the truck about a mile from the area. Got out of the truck to double check the direction and speed of the wind to map out the perfect spot to be in to bag that trophy.
During this time he is telling me how silent I have to be. How when he parks the truck I am NOT to even shut to door of the truck. He will come around and take care of that so I don't make any noise what so ever. He would instruct me on where to put my feet when we start to walk into the tree line so I don't spread too much scent out for the deer to be alerted to MY presence.
As he walked in front of me, turning his head around from time to time to tell me to be quite he pointed to the ground and advised me to be sure I put my feet exactly on top of his tracks. I looked down.. he looked down.
I looked up at him, sighed and nodded my head because I dared not speak to spook any deer. He turned quickly forward and started back down the trail huffing like I just annoyed him. I looked back down at the ground trying my best to keep up and follow his great hunting skills to the tee. I wanted to bag a buck and go home.
Then I heard it.
The scariest noise I think a hunter could ever hear.
Screaming.
True pure blood curdling actual terror screeches of a sound like someone makes as if a limb is being torn from their body.
I completely froze.
Moving another step was not an option. I totally forgot that I had a loaded rifle one click, aim, and pull the trigger away laying in my arms.
I just stood there in panic not knowing what to do.
Finally, I get a hold of myself after a second or two, reach into my vest pack, shacking, turned on my flashlight, and dared to point it in the direction of this horrible noise.
Once that light turned on .. Silence. not even a cricket.. nothing.
Even though I knew I was focused and adjusted to the light I still could not believe my eyes.
There stood before me -- my nearly naked husband..
No hunting gear.. no longer did he have a tree climber on his back .. his rifle just laying on the ground beside him totally discarded.
is eyes were wild as he looked at me. The only word he could mutter was " Spider. "
This almighty master hunter was so busy with what I was doing he ran into a spider web . It completely covered his face. In his panic, he flew out of his gear, slung his rifle and tree climber to the ground and started slapping his face, neck, upper back, everywhere else he could reach. He said he doesn't even remember opening his mouth, I will never forget that scream, but then I believe everything else within 100 miles from that "perfect hunting spot" will never forget either.
Cilla
Panhandle Florida
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