np307
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Well I'm still on the very new side of the hunting game. I've killed two deer and one turkey (and plenty more squirrels). On the first deer I killed, a doe, there wasn't an ounce of grief involved. I knew she was meat in the freezer and I knew how much I had worked to kill her. My turkey was the same way. Elation and adrenaline, not grief or sadness. However, I'll share my story of a hard learned lesson.
After I shot my first doe, she was dead on the spot. 75 yard shot, she didn't take a single step. I still had about 45 minutes of shooting light, but I went ahead and got out of my stand to go drag her out. As I start walking toward where she was, another small doe stuck her head up and froze. I took a snap shot and hit her in the front right shoulder (she was quartering away). It obviously crippled but didn't kill her and I forgot my pistol so I took another shot as she tried to get up and run. It ended up killing her but I lost a lot of meat due to contamination. Even in this scenario though, I wasn't really torn up with grief or sadness. I was angry with myself for not being more restrained and letting my emotions get the better of me.
I had to put down my dog last year and there was a lot more sadness involved there. Nothing like I've felt over any animal that I've harvested while hunting though. Maybe I'm cold or maybe some hunters drum up emotion in an attempt to make ourselves more palatable to the general public.
After I shot my first doe, she was dead on the spot. 75 yard shot, she didn't take a single step. I still had about 45 minutes of shooting light, but I went ahead and got out of my stand to go drag her out. As I start walking toward where she was, another small doe stuck her head up and froze. I took a snap shot and hit her in the front right shoulder (she was quartering away). It obviously crippled but didn't kill her and I forgot my pistol so I took another shot as she tried to get up and run. It ended up killing her but I lost a lot of meat due to contamination. Even in this scenario though, I wasn't really torn up with grief or sadness. I was angry with myself for not being more restrained and letting my emotions get the better of me.
I had to put down my dog last year and there was a lot more sadness involved there. Nothing like I've felt over any animal that I've harvested while hunting though. Maybe I'm cold or maybe some hunters drum up emotion in an attempt to make ourselves more palatable to the general public.