So, I've been going out into the woods off and on since I was about 14. Spent a couple seasons going with my uncle when I was in highschool, went a few more in college with a family friend, never saw a damn thing I could shoot at so I kinda gave up. 3 years ago I decided to start back up. Bought a .270 and went into the woods. Still nothing.
Last year I asked my father-in-law about bows since I was thinking about buying a used one to start hunting on our property (no gun county). I'd like to say it was purely due to my interest in various skills and not my wife's reaction to me getting lost in the woods on opening day for general firearms while hunting on public lands but I might be fibbing a bit if I did. He sends me one of his cast-offs. Since he's a competition archer his cast off is a high-end Matthews so I've got incentive to really not embarrass myself. I'd been practicing as much as I could before the wreck in June and was able to start slinging a few arrows about 4 weeks ago. Feeling pretty confident I got all my gear ready for open day of archery season in VA.
Oct. 1 was a nice cool morning. I got geared up and climbed into the tree stand at the top of the property and spent a couple hours listening to deer tromping through the brush but none that I could get a shot on so I came in and we went about our day. My mom came into town to visit with the little one (16 months now) and we had a nice day. After dinner and bath time I casually announced that I was "going outside for a few" right about sundown. The wife did NOT notice me sneaking my bow out with me.
5 minutes later I see a doe in the distance make a turn directly across my ideal shot path. She crossed into the clearing about 35 yds from my porch (where I was stealthily standing in the most conspicuous clothes you can imagine) and I took the shot. Not a perfect shot (ended up spining her) but no one had told me that they sometimes end up hunching down at the sound of the string. I ended up having to put 2 more through her to make it as quick as I could and actually choked her out at the end to get it over with since the wife didn't want me cutting her throat in the yard. For me, this was not the ideal way to kill my first deer but there was no way I was going to be a hunter that lets the kill take longer than absolutely necessary and my wife (having grown up helping to process her dad's kills) actually found it kind of endearing that I was telling the doe that I was sorry for this taking longer than it should have. Sentimental? A touch but it is my first kill after all.
Did I mention yet that the wife was NOT happy about the timing of this. Mom was still in town, I haven't gutted a deer in over 15 years, and it's not cold enough out to hang her and process tomorrow. Luckily I find a place about an hour away that'll do it all and load her up for the drive (the deer, not wife). This was all last Saturday, Oct 1. I got the processed meat back on Friday, bought an upright freezer, and we had tacos with the burger tonight. They were good.
I didn't go out this weekend. Instead I stayed in and watched several videos on field dressing, skinning, and processing deer. If I get one next weekend when I head out I'll be ready.
Anyone have a recommendation for a good skinning knife?
James