I miss: Filling my backpack with what others may see as weird for a girl to carry around. But I see as essential, because it’s hunting stuff… Like deer pee and a grunt call.
I miss: The anticipation as I put each layer of camo on.
I miss: The silent bursting of excitement as I walk to my deer stand. Checking for change in scrapes and tracks.
I miss: The way my gun feels… The weight of it bobbing with each step, slung over my shoulder. The surprise when the tall barrel sometimes flings a low tree branch behind my head.
I also miss: The balanced grip as I carry my bow. The knowing it is a primal but comfortable extension of my arm for the next few hours.
I miss: The over awareness of the breeze… as I am peacefully perched in my stand with senses turned on full blast.
I miss: Muscles aching after shivering with cold and eager suspense.
I miss: The confidence gained, as I loosen the tight hold I had on my bow. As a young buck reveals himself… stops to nonchalantly munch around my treestand… I let him go, to grow.
I miss: The walk back to the truck in the darkness… Thankful to get to share my hunting highlights with my husband.
This Iowa girl loves hunting, there’s nothing like it.
*August 31, 2015… Watching some filmed hunts with family really makes for a wonderful end to our weekend. When the star hunter makes a marginal shot, I’m actually satisfied it didn’t end up on the cutting room floor. It’s refreshing to see hunting mistakes, because nobody is perfect.
I’m more than excited, been waiting seems like forever for season opener!
I have a specific hunt from last year that keeps playing over and over like a film in my mind… Can anyone relate?
*I recently reacquired my lost password for my blog and website, so that is why I hadn’t posted for a while!
I got a website! Woo hoo! I can’t wait to sink my design teeth into it! Hubby already ordered me my very own line of IowaHuntress.com apparel. Just kidding. Only a custom designed hat. Can’t wait to wear it! Thanks honey! I’m just loving the chock full of hope ideas for my new website! Got my amazing mission statement all ready:
“Promoting the ethical hunting and conservation of Iowa’s wild game, with education and support of female hunters.”
The way you feel when you walk into a meeting a half hour late and everyones heads crane at you. You walk out of a fancy restaurant’s bathroom and folks look at you as you walk by and you can’t help but wonder if you have toilet paper stuck to your shoe. The sinking embarrassment when in an exciting conversation about hunting, that you have harvested nothing this hunting season. I am feeling off seasoned.
But I am going to declare it loud so there will be an ownership to passing on the tough shots and young bucks. I am content to have logged the countless hours in my tree stand and gained wisdom for next season… I had fun… But still… It would have been nice if that 11 pointer came a little closer… Next season… So during my off season, I will practice harder, study more, and especially find another place to hunt! So I can get some meat to throw some seasoning on! hee hee
Getting really wound up (and almost anxious) about the long awaited yearly trip to bow hunt with my Hubby and Dad. This is the first year I am going to join them. We will only be taking a lunch break. So call me a monkey, I’ll be spending most of the day in a tree with my Hoyt bow! Yay!
The freezer is nearly empty, so this is perfect timing!
There’s a few things I aspired to be ‘when I grew up’.
A writer was top of the list. Along with: actress (thanks Brooke Shields), artist (thanks Bob Ross), boss or teacher (thanks Mom), and lead singer (thanks Stevie Nicks).
Never thought I would like to hunt or propagate children… But surprise! I love doing both, fiercely. Birth and death.
So I am writing. and I am being artistic. and I am teaching. and I sing my heart out anytime I want. Most ardently, I hunt. I don’t get paid money for doing it, I get paid with contentment. All these are a piece of who God made me to be.
I have my devoted husband to thank for the encouragement. We are parenting partners, we are hunting partners, we are love partners. I thank God for that man. I am happy he ‘hunted’ me down all the way from Ohio and pursued me from Texas.
We planted in the middle, and have sown quite a sweet life here in Iowa. We are ‘growing up’.